James W. Keefe - Whiffenpoof Song - ноты, текст песни (слова)

To the tables down at Mory'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 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 Louis 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!