Перевод песни The Whiffenpoof song — Edward Woodward

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 sing casts its spell

Yes, the magic of their sing
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 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 from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa