The Whiffenpoof Song

To the tables down at Mory's

To the place where Louis dwells

To the dear old Temple Bar we love so well

Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high

And the magic of their singing casts it's spell

Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well

"Shall l Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest

We will serenade our Louis while life and voice shall last

Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest

We're poor little lambs who have lost our way

Baa! Baa! Baa! (Baa!)

We're little black sheep who have gone astray

Baa! Baa! Baa!

We were gentlemen songsters off on a spree

Damned from here to eternity

God have mercy on such as we

Baa! Baa! Baa!