VERSE:

To the tables down at Morey'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 cast its spell.

Yes, the magic of their singing,
Of the songs we love so well,
"Shall l Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest,
We will serenade our Louie!
While life and voice shall last!
Then we'll pass and be forgotten like the rest.

CHORUS:

We're poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
Baa, baa baa!
We're little black sheep
Who have gone a-stray
Baa, baa, baa!

Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord, have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa!