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.