Michael Finnegan

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan

He grew whiskers on his chinnegan

The wind came out and blew them in again

Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan

He kicked up an awful din again

Because they said he could not sing again

Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan

He went fishing with a pin again

He caught a fish then dropped it in again

Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan

He grew fat then he grew thin again

Then he died and had to begin again

Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again

Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again

Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again