There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,Michael Finnegan
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chin-egan,
The wind came out and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.
He went fishing with a pin-egan,
Caught a fish and dropped it in-egan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.
Climbed a tree and barked his shin-egan,
Took off several yards of skin-egan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.
He kicked up an awful din-egan,
Because they said he could not sing-egan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.
He got fat and then got thin again,
Then he died and had to begin again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan—STOP!