The Wedding

Ring out the bells upon this day of days

May all the angels of the Lord above

In jubilation, in jubilation, sing their songs of praise

And crown this blessed, and crown this blessed time with peace and love

The Baron and Baroness de Thenard

Go away, Thenard

Do you think I don't know who you are?

He's not fooled

Told you so

Show M'sieur, what you've come here to show

Tell the boy what you know

Pity to disturb your feast like this

But five hundred francs surely wouldn't come amiss

In God's name, say what you have to say

He speaks

You pay

What I saw, clear as light

Jean Valjean in the sewers one night

Had this corpse on his back

Some boy he had killed in a vicious attack

I was there, never fear

I even found me this fine souvenir

I know this, this is mine

But this is surely some Heavenly sign

Then it's true, then I'm right

Jean Valjean was my saviour that night

Jean Valjean, the old con

You pay up or I'll say where he's gone

Where is he?

The convent