The Whiffenpoof Song

From the tables down at Morey's
 To the place where Louie dwells
 And the dear old Temple Bar we love so well.
 Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled
 With their glasses raised on high!
 And the magic of their singin' casts a spell.
 Yes, the magic of their singing
 Of the songs we love so well
 Shall I wasting and Mavourneen and the rest.
 We will serenade our Louie
 Till health and voices fail
 And we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
 We're poor little lambs
 Who have lost our way
 Baa, baa, baa
 We're little black sheep
 Who have gone astray
 Baa, baa, baa.
 Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
 Doomed from here to eternity;
 Oh Lord, have mercy on such as we
 Baa, baa, baa.
 Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
 Doomed from here to eternity;
 Oh Lord, have mercy on such as we
 Baa, baa, baa...