The 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)

(See 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)

Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa, baa