Sydney:
Don't you fret
Dear mademoiselle
You needn't be afraid
A little falling blade
Can hardly hurt us now
I'm here
Consider me your friend
And I will keep you safe
And I will keep you close
The blade will make our sorrows end

Seamstress:
I think that you were sent by God above
To comfort me with words of hope and love

Sydney:
Or maybe God sent you to me
Don't look up, look at me

Seamstress:
I could face it without fear
If you would show me how
You won't desert me now

Sydney:
The blade can't hurt me now
My blood will wash away what's past
And I will keep you safe
And I will keep you close
My life won't be in vain at last

Seamstress:
Because I met you here, I'm truly blessed
My mind begins to clear, and I'm at rest
I hold your hand, and I am strong
I'll be home before long

Seamstress/(Sydney):
Thanks to you (Don't you fret)
My brave monsieur (Dear mademoiselle)
I'm no longer afraid (You needn't be afraid)

Both:
A little falling blade
Can hardly hurt me now

Sydney: I'm here

Seamstress: I'm glad that you're my friend

Seamstress/(Sydney):
And you will keep me safe (And I will stay with you)
And you will keep me close (Till you are at peace)

Seamstress: The blade

Sydney: The blade

Seamstress: Will make our sorrows

Sydney: Will make our sorrows

(They kiss. The seamstress is led to the guillotine. She looks behind her at Sydney. He looks back at her.)

Sydney: End.