Michael Finnegan
Michael Finnegan
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan
The wind came up and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
He kicked up an awful dinnegan
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 pinnegan
He caught a fish and dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
He grew fat and then grew thin again
Then he died and had to begin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan
The wind came up and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan
He grew fat and then grew thin again
Then he died and had to begin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again