Workers: 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 winder 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!
[The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge.]
Foreman: At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread
Workers: There are children back at home And the children have got to be fed And you're lucky to be in a job
Foreman: And in a bed!
Workers: And we're counting our blessings! Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today? With his terrible breath and his wandering hands? It's because little Fantine won't give him his way Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands! And the boss he never knows, the foreman is always on heat 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 working as long as you're able Keep on working till you drop Or it's back to the crumbs on the table You've got to pay your way At the end of the day!
Girl: What have we here, little innocent sister? Come on Fantine, let's have all the news!
[She grabs the letter from Fantine.]
"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?
[They fight over the letter. Valjean rushes over to break up the squabble.]
Foreman: M. Madeline's here!
Valjean: (as M. Madeleine) What is this fighting all about? Will someone tear these two apart? This is a factory, not a circus! Now come on ladies, settle down I am the Mayor of this town I run a business of repute
[To the foreman...]
Deal with this foreman, And be as patient as you can---
Foreman: Yes M. Madeline. 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
Workers: You must sack her today Sack the girl today!