To the tables down at Mory's

"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.

We are 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
Damned from here to eternity
God have mercy on such as we;
Baa! Baa! Baa!

Tod Galloway (m)
Meade Minnigerade - George Pomeroy (w)

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