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
Sing 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

I'm a poor little lambs who has lost its way
Ba, ba, ba, ba
I'm a little black sheep who has gone astray
Ba, ba, ba

Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Please, have mercy on such as we
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba



Credits
Writer(s): Rudy Vallee, Tod Galloway, Moss Hart, Meade Minnigerode, George Pomeroy
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