To the tables down
At Maurie'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
Loved so well
Shall lie wasting
And borning
And the rest
We will serenade
Our Louie
While our laughin'
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
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