There was a man
Called Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers
On his chin-ne-gan
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin Again
There was a man
Called Michael Finnegan
He kicked up an awful dinnegann
Because they said he must not sing again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was a called Michael Finnegan
He went fishing with a pin again
Caught a fish and dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was a man called Michael Finnegan
He grew fat and then grew thin again
Then he died and had to begin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
There was a man called Michael Finnegan
He grew fat and then grew thin again
Then he died and had to begin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan