The Whiffenpoof Song

From the tables down at Mory's, To the place where Louie dwells, To the dear old Temple Bar we love so well, Sing the Whiffenpoof assembled, With their glasses raised on high! And the magic of their singing casts a 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! Gentlemen, songsters, off on a spree, Doomed from here to eternity. Lord! have mercy on such as we, Baa! Baa! Baa!