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To the tables down at Mory's, to the place where Louis 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 a 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 Louis 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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Gentlemen 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!