A hundred years, a thousand years
We're marching on the road
The going isn't easy yet
We've got a heavy load
We've got a heavy load
The way is blind with blood and sweat
And death sings in our ears
But time is marching on our side
We will defeat the years
We will defeat the years
We men of bone of shrunken shank
Our only treasure doth
Women who carry at their breast
Heirs to the hungry earth
Heirs to the hungry earth
Speak with one voice, we march, we rest
And march again upon the years
Sons of our sons are listening
To hear the Chartists' cheers
To hear the Chartists' cheers
A hundred years, a thousand years
We're marching on the road
The going isn't easy yet
We've got a heavy load
We've got a heavy load