The Whiffenpoof Song
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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 it's 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

Overall Meaning

The Whiffenpoof Song is a classic tune that celebrates the tradition of singing and drinking among Yale students. The lyrics describe a group of friends who gather at a common spot, Mory's, to enjoy each other's company and sing the songs they love. The song praises the "magic" of their singing and the way in which it "casts its spell" on those who hear it. The Whiffenpoofs, a famous a cappella group formed at Yale in 1909, are the group being celebrated in the song.


The second verse of The Whiffenpoof Song turns darker as it describes the group's realization that they are "poor little lambs who have lost [their] way." They are "little black sheep" who have "gone astray." It's a reminder that even as they gather to sing and have fun, they are also human and flawed, subject to the same struggles and temptations as anyone else. The Whiffenpoofs' time together is short, and they know that they will eventually "pass and be forgotten with the rest." But in the meantime, they want to make the most of their time and celebrate life while they can.


Line by Line Meaning

To the tables down at Mory's
Heading down to the meeting place at Mory's


To the place where Louie dwells
Where Louie resides, we'll go there.


To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Going to the nostalgic Temple bar that we hold dear in our hearts.


Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
The Whiffenpoofs are singing while holding their glasses high.


And the magic of their singing casts it's spell
Their singing has a spellbinding effect.


Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
Their singing of the songs we treasure has a magical effect.


"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will sing "Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and other similar songs.


We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
We will perform for Louie as long as we have our voice and life.


Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest
We will eventually pass away and be forgotten like everyone else.


We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
We're like lost little lambs.


Baa, baa, baa
Just like little lambs!


We're little black sheep who have gone astray
We're like black sheep who went down the wrong path.


Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Dapper and refined singers partying hard.


Doomed from here to eternity
Their fate is sealed, lasting for eternity.


Lord have mercy on such as we
Asking for mercy for their actions.


Baa, baa, baa
Just like little lambs!




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TOD GALLOWAY, TOD B GALLOWAY, MOSS HART, MEADE MINNIGERODE, GEORGE S POMEROY, RUDY VALLEE

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