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 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 Louis

While life and voice shall last

Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.

We are poor little lambs

Who have lost our way.

Baa! Baa! Baa!

We are little black sheep

Who have gone astray.

Baa! Baa! Baa!

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree

Damned from here to eternity

God have mercy on such as we.

Baa! Baa! Baa!