Standard (EADGBE)
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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;
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.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way:
We're little black sheep who have gone astray:
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree,
Doomed from here to eternity;
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Lord have mercy on such as we:
The lyric and guitar chord transcriptions are the work of The Guitarguy