Here upon these stones, we will build our barricade
In the heart of the city, we claim as our own!
Each man to his duty and don't be afraid
Wait! I will need a report on the strength of the foe

I can find out the truth
I know their ways
Fought their wars
Served my time
In the days of my youth!

Now the people will fight
And so they might
Dogs will bark
Fleas will bite
They will do what is right

Hey little boy, what's this I see?
God Eponine, the things you do!

I know this is no place for me
Still I would rather be with you

Get out before the trouble starts
Get out, 'Ponine, you might get shot

I got you worried, now I have
That shows you like me quite a lot

There is a way that you can help
You are the answer to a prayer
Please take this letter to Cosette
And pray to God that she's still there!

Little you know
Little you care!