The Yale Whiffenpoofs - The Whiffenpoof Song | Текст песни

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• The Yale Whiffenpoofs
• 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 are 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!