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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 flowing of the
coming to our side!

The is near
So near stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet
Don't let the go to your brains!
For the army we is a dangerous foe
With the men and the that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em flies
But the national will be harder to catch.
We a sign
To the people
To them to arms
To them in line!

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

And what's wrong
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 minute there, she was gone!

I am agog!
I am aghast!
Is Marius in at last?
never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You of battles to be won
And here he comes 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 now?
Have you asked of
the price you might pay?
Is it a game
For rich young to play?
The color of the
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 there today
You might how it feels
To be to the bone
In a moment of delight!
Had you been there
You might also 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 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 there is a call.
Who cares your lonely 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!
Black - the night ends at last!

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

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

In St. Antoine with us to a man!

In Dame they're tearing up the stones!

Twenty rifles as new!

(Gavroche in shouting)

Listen!

Twenty for every man!

to me!

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