Whiffenpoof Song Lyrics - Slim Whitman

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 it's 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'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 

Doomed from here to eternity 

Lord have mercy on such as we 

Baa, baa, baa