from the tables down at morey s to the place where louie dwells and the dear old temple bar we love so well sing the whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high and the magic of their singin casts a 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 till health and voices fail and 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 oh lord have mercy on such as we baa baa baa gentlemen songsters off on a spree doomed from here to eternity oh lord have mercy on such as we baa baa baa 