Rosa's lovely daughters

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