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To the tables down at Mory's | |||
To the place where Louie 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 Louie 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 | |||
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Revision as of 14:48, 13 September 2005
Music files
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Help |
- CPDL #1464: Finale-1998.
- Editor: Rafael Ornes (added 2000-10-09). Score information: 68 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MP3 file available at Whiffenpoof's website
General Information
Title: Whiffenpoof Song, The
Composer: Todd B. and Meade Minnigerode Galloway
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs
Language: English
Instruments: none
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
To the tables down at Mory's To the place where Louie 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 Louie 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