Lyrics:

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?