Whiffenpoof Song
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To the tables down at Mory's, to the place where Louie dwells,
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well.
Sang the whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing cast its spell.
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well,
``Shall I Wasting'' and ``Mavoureen'' and the rest.
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
chorus:
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Bah, bah, bah.
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Bah, bah, bah.
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we!
Bah, bah, bah.
