Beggars Look down, 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 streets 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
[An old beggar woman finds a young prostitute occupying her patch.]
Old Beggar Woman What you think yer at? Hanging round me pitch? If you're new around here, girl You've got a lot to learn
Young Prostitute Listen you old bat Crazy bloody witch 'Least I give my customers Some pleasure in return
Old Beggar Woman I know what you give! Give 'em all the pox! Spread around your poison Till they end up in a box
Pimp Leave the poor old cow, Move it, Madeleine She used to be no better Till the clap got to her brain