[bad word] in sir for you are weary
And the night is cold out there
Though our lives are very humble
What we have we have to share
There is wine here to revive you
There is bread to make you strong
There's a bed to rest till morning
Rest from pain and rest from wrong

Valjean~
He let me eat my fill
I had the lion's share
The silver in my hand cost twice what I had earned
He knows those nineteen years that lifetime of despair
And yet he [bad word] me
The old fool [bad word] me
He'd done his bit of good
I played the grateful serf and thanked him like I should
But when the house was still
I got up in the night
Took the silver
Took my flight

Constable 1~
Tell his reverence your story

Constable 2~
Let us see if he's impressed

Constable 1~
You were lodging there last night

Constable 2~
You were the honest Bishop's guest.

Constable 1~
And then, out of Christian goodness

Constable 2~
When he learned about your plight

Constable 1~
You maintain he made a present of this silver -

Bishop~
That is right.
But my friend you left so early
Surely something slipped your mind

You forgot I gave these also
Would you leave the best behind?
So Monsieurs you may release him
For this man has spoken [bad word] [bad word] you for your duty
May God's blessing go with you.
But remember this, my brother
See in this some higher plan
You must use this precious silver
To [bad word] an honest man
By the witness of the martyrs
By the Passion and the Blood
God has raised you out of darkness
I have saved your soul for God!