(Feat. Galloway / Minnigerode '10/ Pomeroy '10)
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 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 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 our way
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
God have mercy on such as we
Baa! Baa! Baa!
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