Look Down (Gavroche) piano leadsheet with chords

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 street.

Look down, look down, upon your fellow man.

'Ow 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 St.

Michel. 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!

Look down and show some mercy if you can.

Look down, look down, upon your fellow man.

There was a time we killed the king.

We tried to change the world too fast.

Now we have got another king.

He is no better than the last.

This is the land that fought for liberty,

now when we fight, we fight for bread.

Here is the thing about equality,

ev'ryone's equal when they're dead.

Take your place, take your chance,

Vive La France!

Vive La France!

Look down and show some mercy if you can.

Look down, look down, upon your fellow man.

When's it gonna end?

When we gonna live?

Something's gotta happen now, something's gotta give.

It'll come, it'll come, it'll come,

it'll come.

Where are the leaders of the land?

Where are the swells who run this show?

Only one man, Gen'ral Lamarque,

speaks for the people here below.

Lamarque is ill and fading fast,

won't last the week out, so they say.

With all the anger in the land,

how long before the judgement day,

before we cut the fat ones down to size?

Before the barricades arise.

Look down, look down, don't look us in the eye!

Look down, look down, stay here and you die!

Hey there Monsieur, what's new with you?

Haven't seen much of you of late.

Planning, no doubt, to change the world?

Plotting to overthrow the state?

Still living here in this old sewer?

Might as well doss down in a ditch.

You still pretending to be poor?

Ev'ryone knows your Grandpa's rich.

Won't take a franc that I've not earned.

All of those bridges have been burned.

I like the way you talk,

Monsieur. The way you're always teasing me.

Little he knows,

little he sees.