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At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac straining at the leash!

Students, workers,
There's a on the run
Like the of the tide
Paris to our side!

The time is
So near it's stirring the in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the guard will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To call to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And wrong today?
You look as if you've a ghost.

Some and say what's going on!

A you say... a ghost maybe
She was just like a to me
One minute there, she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've never him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And here he like Don Ju-an
It's than an o-per-a!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we fight for the
To a at the opera now?
Have you asked of
the price you might pay?
Is it a game
For young boys to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

Red - the of angry men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Had you been today
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you there today
You also have known
How the world may be
In just one of light!
And what was right wrong
And was wrong seems right!

Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My world if not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

Marius, you're no longer a
I do not you mean it well
But now is a higher call.
Who cares about lonely soul?
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the
Feuilly, Combeferre, our is running short.
Grantaire, put the down!
Do we the guns we need?

Give me on my breath
And I'll breathe all to death!

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Notre Dame they're up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty rounds for man!

to me!

JEAN
that in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

is dead.
Lamarque! His death is the of fate.
The man.
His death is the we await!

On his day they will honor his name.
Light of rebellion ablaze in their
In the of weak we will kindle our flame
To the tune of our shall our barricade rise.
The is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with and cheer
Let us take to the streets no doubt in our hearts
With jubilant
They come one and all
will come when we call!