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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 are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We are little black sheep
Who have gone astray
Baa! Baa! Baa!

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

We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We are little black sheep
Who have gone astray
Baa! Baa! Baa!

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

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

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