Ms. COLLINS: (Singing) As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day, a million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, are touched with all theradiance as a sudden sun discloses, for the people hear us singing: bread and roses, bread and roses.
May the God of Heaven, in His justice and mercy, grant thee more prosperous fortunes, and in His own time, cause the sun of Freedom to shed its benign radiance on the Emerald Isle.