A hundred years, a thousand years

A hundred years, a thousand years

We are marching on the road.

The going isn't easy yet,

We've got a heavy load.

Oh - we've got a heavy load.

The way is blind with blood and sweat

And debt sings in our ears,

But time is marching on our side;

We will defeat the years.

Oh - we will defeat the years.

We men of bone of shrunken shank,

Our only treasure: dearth

Women who carry at the breast

Heirs to the hungry earth

Oh - 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 Chartist cheers,

Oh - to hear the Chartist cheers.