Whiffenpoof Song lyrics

To the tables down at moreys 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 cast its spell . . . Yes, the magic of their singing, Of the songs we love so well, Shall l wasting and mavourneen and the rest, We will serenade our louis! ( we will serenade our louis! ) While life and voice shall last! Then well pass and be forgotten like the rest . . . Were poor little lambs Who have lost our way Baa baa baa! Were little black sheep Who have gone astray Baa baa baa! Gentlemen songsters off on a spree ( doomed . . . ) doomed from here to eternity ( lord . . . ) lord, have mercy on such as we Baa baa baa!