The Whiffenpoof Song

The Whiffenpoof Song Words & Music by Meade Minnigerode George S. Pomeroy & Ted Galloway Recorded by Rudy Vallee 1927 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 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 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!    Gentlemen songsters off on a spree Doomed from here to eternity; Lord have mercy on such  as   we: Baa!  Baa!  Baa!    The lyric and guitar chord transcriptions are the work of The Guitarguy