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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 flowing of the
coming to our side!

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

(Marius enters)

Marius, late.

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

Some wine and say what's on!

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

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

It is for us all
To who we are
Do we for the right
To a at the opera now?
Have you of yourselves
What's the price you pay?
Is it simply a
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 about to dawn!
Black - the night that at last!

Had you been today
You might know how it
To be struck to the
In a moment of delight!
Had you been there
You might have known
How the world may be
In just one of light!
And what was right seems
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 you mean it well
But now there is a call.
Who cares about your soul?
We toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't at all!

ALL
Red - the blood of men!
Black - the dark of past!
Red - a world to dawn!
Black - the that 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 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 that in 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 eyes
In the candles of weak we will our flame
To the tune of our march shall our rise.
The is here!
Let us it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the with no doubt in our hearts
With shout
They come one and all
will come when we call!