[The defenders settle down for the night with wine and a song.]

 Enjolras
 Marius, rest.

 Feuilly
 Drink with me
 To days gone by
 Sing with me
 The songs we knew

 Prouvaire
 Here's to pretty girls
 Who went to our heads

 Joly
 Here's to witty girls
 Who went to our beds

 All
 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?
 Could it be your death
 Means nothing at all?
 Is your life just one more lie?

 Men

 Drink with me
 To days
 Gone by
 To the life
 That used
 To be
 Let the wine of friendship
 [bad word] dry Women
 Drink with me
 To days
 Gone by
 To the life
 That used
 To be
 At the shrine of friendship
 Never say die

 All
 Here's to you
 And here's
 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,
 Should Marius fall?
 Will you weep,
 Cosette,
 For me?

 [Marius settles down to sleep.]