Whiffenpoof Song

To the tables down at Mory's



To the place where Louie 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 its 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 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



We're little black sheep who have gone astray



Baa, baa, baa



Gentleman songsters off on a spree



Doomed from here to eternity



Lord have mercy on such as we



Baa, baa, baa