A hundred years, a thousand years, we're 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 death 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 doth,

Women who carry at their 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 Chartists cheers