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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 time is
So near it's 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 never can
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like
But the national will be harder to catch.
We need a
To the people
To them to arms
To bring in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
I've heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he comes Don Ju-an
better than an o-per-a!

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

Red - the blood of men!
- the dark of ages past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the night ends at last!

Had you been there
You know how it feels
To be to the bone
In a of breathless delight!
Had you there today
You also have known
How the world may be
In just one of light!
And what was seems wrong
And was wrong seems 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, you're no longer a
I do not doubt you mean it
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your soul?
We strive toward a goal
Our little lives count at all!

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

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

Give me on my breath
And I'll them 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 for every man!

to me!

JEAN
Double in Port St. Cloud!

everybody!

Seven in St. Martin!

General is dead!

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

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