To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well

Sing the Whiffenpoofs $$#embled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts it's 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