The Whiffenpoof Song
E7
A
F~7
D
Bm7-5
E7
To the tables down at Mory’s, to the place where Louis dwells,
D9
Bm7-5
E7
A
Edim
E7
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well,
A
F~7
D
Bm7-5
E7
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled, with their glasses raised on high,
D9
Bm7-5
E7
A
Edim
E7
And the magic of their singing casts a spell.
E7
A
F~7
D
Bm7-5
E7
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well,
D9
Bm7-5
E7
A
“Shall I Wasting” and “Mavourneen” and the rest;
E7
A
A7
D9
Dm6
We will serenade our Louis while life and voice shall last,
A
D9
E7
E7~9
E7
A
E7
Then we’ll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
E7
A
F~m7
Bm7
E7
We’re poor little lambs who have lost our way:
Bm7
E7
A
Edim
E7
Baa! Baa! Baa!
E7
A
F~m7
Bm7
E7
We’re little black sheep who have gone astray:
Bm7
E7
A
AM7
Baa! Baa! Baa!
F~m
F~m~E
Bm
Bm~A
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree,
E
E7
AM7
Doomed from here to eternity;
F~m
F~m~A
Bm7-5
Fdim(III)
Lord have mercy on such as we:
D9
E
A
AM7
Baa! Baa! Baa!
F~7
E7
Bm7
Edim
A
F~m~A
E
Bm~A
F~m
D9
F~m~E
F~m7
Dm6
D
A7
Bm