Letra de «The Whiffenpoof Song»
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...
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...
