Feuilly: Drink with me, to days gone by.

Sing with me the songs we knew.



Provaire: Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads



Joly: Here's to witty girls who went to our beds



Men: Here's to them and here's to you



Grantaire:

Drink with me to days gone by,

Can it be you fear to die?

Will the world remember you when you fall?

Cold it be your death means nothing at all?

Is your life just one more lie?



Men: drink with me



women: drink with me



men: to days



Women: to days



Men: gone by



Women: Gone by



Men: to the life



Women: to the life



men: that used



Women: that used



men: to be



Women: to be. at the shrine of friendship never say die



Both: let the wine of friendship never run dry



Men: here's to you



Women: here's to you



Men: and here's



Women: and here's



Men: to me



Women: to me



Marius: do I care if I should die,

now she goes across the sea?

Life without cosette means nothing at all.

Would you weep cosette if Marius fall?

Will you weep cosette, for me?