Lyrics:

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'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

Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity

Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa