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 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 Climbed a tree and hit his shinnegan
Took off several yards of skin 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 be born again Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
