From the tables down at Morey's
To the place where Louie dwells
And the dear old Temple Bar we love so well.

Sing the Whiffenpoofs $$#embled
With their glasses raised on high!
And the magic of their singin' 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
Till health and voices fail

And 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;
Oh Lord, have mercy on such as we

Baa, baa, baa.

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree

Doomed from here to eternity;
Oh Lord, have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa...