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To the tables down at Morey'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 cast it's 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 Louis! (We will serenade our Louis!) While life and voice shall last! Then we'll pass and be forgotten like 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! Gentlemen songsters off on a spree (Doomed) Doomed from here to eternity (Lord) Lord, have mercy on such as we Baa Baa Baa! |