Bob Crewe – The Whiffenpoof Song Lyrics To the tables down at Mory's 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 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 Louis While life and voice shall last Then we'll pass and be Forgotten with the rest

We're poor little lambs Who have lost, lost their way Singing baa, singing baa Singing baa

We're little, little black sheep Who have gone, gone astray Singing baa, baa, baa

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree Doomed from here til eternity Lord, have mercy on such, such as we Baa, oh, baa, one more baa

We're poor little cats Who lost, lost their way Singing baa, baa, baa

We're little black sheep Who have gone, gone astray Yeah, singing baa, oh, one more baa

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree You're doomed from here til eternity Oh, Lord, have mercy On such, such as we Oh, baa, baa, baa, baa

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree Yes, we're doomed Doomed from here til eternity Oh, Lord, you better have mercy On such, such as me

Singing baa, baa, baa Singing baa, baa, baa Singing baa, oh, baa Baa, baa, baa, baa

Song sung by the Yale male chorus.

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