Lyrics:
and hay
And when we're all assembled
He gives a soft command
And we climb aboard our ponies
As in a row the stand
Then down the road we gallop
& wives
Assembled in the hall
Lost is a long & lonely time
Fairy Sybil flying
All along the all along
The mountains of the Moon
unfolding
Heaven's grandstand's all in place
Heaven's choir is now assembled
Start to sing Amazing Grace
O the King is coming
The King is coming
I
everything assembled
Another young man walked in their direction (yeah)
Bumped him a bit, excused his imperfection
But the man with the lady grabbed
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
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
bold
And the people of the high straw?
Are making ? ? of my brown girl
If the king of spain would
Go abroad with his assembled men
I would flatten grass
Theodore Bikel:
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. The entire cast is assembled here at the Centerville Recreational Facility
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
At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with almost apparent
Care, were tiny, shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops.
One could almost call it
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
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
with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Oh, how I long to muse on the days
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
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
choir now assembled
Start to sing "Amazing Grace"
O the King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpets sounding
And now His face I see
wake
His friends assembled at the wake
And misses Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
with straw
And all the pretty colleens around me assembled
Loved their bold Phelim Brady, the bard of Armagh
Oh, how I long to muse on the days
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
an original, 'cause it doesn't seem merely assembled
And I can't help but stare 'cause I see truth somewhere in your eyes
Ooh I can't ever change without you,
I am just a copy of a copy of a copy
Everything I say has come before
Assembled into something into something into something
I don't know for
unfolding
Heaven's grandstand's all in place
Heaven's choir is now assembled
Start to sing Amazing Grace
O the King is coming
The King is coming
I
wake
His friends assembled at the wake
And misses Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
We have assembled inside
This ancient and insane
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