THE POOR
At the end of the day you're another day older
And that's all
you can say for the life of the poor
It's a struggle, it's a war
And
there's nothing that anyone's giving
One more day standing about, what is it
for?
One day less to be living.
At the end of the day you're another
day colder
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
And the
righteous hurry past
They don't hear the little ones crying
And the winter
is coming on fast, ready to kill
One day nearer to dying!
At the end
of the day there's another day dawning
And the sun in the morning is waiting
to rise
Like the waves crash on the sand
Like a storm that'll break any
second
There's a hunger in the land
There's a reckoning still to be
reckoned and
There's gonna be hell to pay
At the end of the
day!
FOREMAN
At the end of the day you get nothing for
nothing
Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread
WORKER
ONE
There are children back at home
WORKERS ONE AND TWO
And the
children have got to be fed
WORKER TWO
And you're lucky to be in a
job
WOMAN
And in a bed!
WORKERS
And we're counting our
blessings!
WOMAN TWO
Have you seen how the foreman is fuming
today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
WOMAN
THREE
It's because little Fantine won't give him his way
WOMAN
ONE
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!
WOMAN
FOUR
And the boss, he never knows
That the foreman is always in
heat
WOMAN THREE
If Fantine doesn't look out
Watch how she
goes
She'll be out on the street!
WORKERS
At the end of the day
it's another day over
With enough in your pocket to last for a week
Pay
the landlord, pay the shop
Keep on grafting as long as you're able
Keep on
grafting till you drop
Or it's back to the crumbs off the table
You've got
to pay your way
At the end of the day!
GIRL (Grabbing a letter from
Fantine)
And what have we here, little innocent sister?
Come on Fantine,
let's have all the news!
[Reading the letter]
Ooh..."Dear Fantine
you must send us more money...
Your child needs a doctor...
There's no
time to lose..."
FANTINE
Give that letter to me
It is none of
your business
With a husband at home
And a bit on the side!
Is there
anyone here
Who can swear before God
She has nothing to fear?
She has
nothing to hide?
VALJEAN
Will someone tear these
two apart
What is this fighting all about?
This is a factory, not a
circus!
Now, come on ladies, settle down
I run a business of repute
I
am the Mayor of this town
I look to you to sort this
out
And be as patient as you can-
FOREMAN
Now someone say how this began!
GIRL
At
the end of the day
She's the one who began it!
There's a kid that she's
hiding
In some little town
There's a man she has to pay
You can guess
how she picks up the extra
You can bet she's earning her keep
Sleeping
around
And the boss wouldn't like it!
FANTINE
Yes it's true
there's a child
And the child is my daughter
And her father abandoned
us
Leaving us flat
Now she lives with an innkeeper man
And his
wife
And I pay for the child
What's the matter with
that?
WOMEN
At the end of the day
She'll be nothing but
trouble
And there's trouble for all
When there's trouble for one!
While
we're earning our daily bread
She's the one with her hands in the
butter
You must send the slut away
Or we're all gonna end in the
gutter
And it's us who'll have to pay
At the end of the
day!
FOREMAN
I might have known the bitch could bite
I might have
known the cat had claws
I might have guessed your little secret
Ah yes,
the virtuous Fantine
Who keeps herself so pure and clean
You'd be the
cause I had no doubt
Of any trouble hereabout
You play a virgin in the
light
But need no urgin' in the night.
GIRL
She's been laughing
at you
While she's having her men
WOMEN
She'll be nothing but
trouble again and again
WOMAN
You must sack her
today
WORKERS
Sack the girl today!
FOREMAN
Right my
girl. On your way!
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