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?