Beggars:
Look down and see the beggars at your feet
Look down and show some mercy if you can
Look down and see
The sweepings of the street
Look down, look down,
Upon your fellow man!
Gavroche:
How do you do? My name s Gavroche.
These are my people. Here s my patch.
Not much to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that you d call up to scratch.
This is my school, my high society
Here in the slums of Saint Michele
We live on crumbs of humble piety
Tough on the teeth, but what the hell!
Think you re poor?
Think you re free?
Follow me! Follow me!
Beggars:
Look down and show some mercy if you can
Look down, look down, upon your fellow man
