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 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 Louis
While life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way.
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We are little black sheep
Who have gone astray.
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
God have mercy on such as we.
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Traduction
Aux tables chez Mory,
À l'endroit où habite Louis,
Au cher vieux Temple Bar
Nous aimons tellement bien,
[...]
Nous sommes pauvres petits agneaux
Qui ont perdu notre chemin.
Bêlement! Bêlement! Bêlement!
Nous sommes un petit mouton noir
Qui se sont égarés.
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Messieurs les chanteurs partent à l'aventure
Damné d'ici à l'éternité
Dieu aie pitié de ceux que nous avons.
Baa! Baa! Baa!
