Who’s that walking miles for water? Who’s that sweat-shoppin’ all the day long? In the hot south, in the cold north Who are these so proud and strong? From the workbench in the back room To the cradle to the side of the bed From the mad mothers to the peace campers Who are these seeing red? These are Rosa’s lovely daughters These are no man’s blushing bride These are Rosa’s lovely daughters And they will not be denied Well their fathers handshake their bargains And their good wives stand around and they weep But their hearts sing when they’re dancing: ‘We are no man’s to give or keep!’ These are Rosa’s lovely daughters These are no man’s blushing bride These are Rosa’s lovely daughters And they will not be denied Wearing white scarves in the plaza Burning pass-books in the centre of town We are wildfire in the backyard And the big white house is a-burning down These are Rosa’s lovely daughters These are no man’s blushing bride These are Rosa’s lovely daughters And they will not be denied We are Rosa’s lovely daughters We are no man’s blushing bride We are Rosa’s lovely daughters And we will not be denied