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At Notre Dame the are prepared!

At rue de Bac they're at the leash!

Students, workers,
a river on the run
Like the of the tide
coming to our side!

The is near
So it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the wine go to brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national guard be harder to catch.
We need a
To the people
To call to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And what's today?
You as if you've seen a ghost.

Some wine and say what's on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
I've never heard him `ooh' and
You of battles to be won
And here he like Don Ju-an
It's better an o-per-a!

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we fight for the
To a night at the opera
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it simply a
For rich young to play?
The of the world
Is day by day...

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

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

Red...

I feel my on fire!

Black...

My if she's not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

Marius, no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it
But now is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely
We strive toward a goal
Our little lives count at all!

ALL
Red - the of angry men!
Black - the of ages past!
Red - a about 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 have the we need?

Give me on my breath
And breathe them all to death!

In St. Antoine they're us to a man!

In Notre Dame they're up the stones!

Twenty good as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

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

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