Lyrics: Michael Finnegan

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
He had whiskers on his chinnegan.
They grew out and then grew in again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
Begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
He went fishing with a pinnegan.
Caught a fish and dropped it in again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
Begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
He grew fat and then grew thin again.
Then he died and had to begin again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
Begin again.