To the tables down at Mory's
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To the place where Louie dwells
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To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
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Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
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And the magic of their singing casts its spell
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Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
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"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
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We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
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Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest
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We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
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Baa, baa, baa
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We're little black sheep who have gone astray
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Baa, baa, baa
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Gentleman songsters off on a spree
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Doomed from here to eternity
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Lord have mercy on such as we
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Baa, baa, baa
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Whiffenpoof Song
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| Bing Crosby |
