Текст песни Whiffenpoof Song (Perry Como) с переводом

To the tables down at Morey’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 cast it’s spell. .

Yes, the magic of their singing

Of the songs we love so well

Shall l wasting and Mavourneen and the rest

We will serenade our Louis! (We will serenade our Louis!)

While life and voice shall last!

Then we’ll pass and be forgotten like 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. . .) Doomed from here to eternity

(Lord. . .) Lord, have mercy on such as we

Baa Baa Baa!

With George S. Pomeroy, 1909, 1936

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