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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
Paris to our side!

The is near
So near it's stirring the blood in veins!
And yet
let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we can match
It is easy to sit and swat 'em like flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We need a
To rally the
To them to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And wrong today?
You look as if seen a ghost.

Some wine and say going on!

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

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at
never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of to be won
And here he comes like Don
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?
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you might
Is it a game
For young boys to play?
The color of the
Is day by day...

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

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

Red...

I my soul on fire!

Black...

My world if not there!

ALL
Red...

The of desire!

ALL
Black...

The of despair!

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

ALL
Red - the blood of 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 the guns we need?

Give me brandy on my
And I'll them all to death!

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

In Notre they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty good 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 is the sign we await!

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