Michael Finnegan

Michael Finnegan is a song.

Lyrics
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan

He grew whiskers on his chin again

The wind came out and blew them in again

Poor old Michael Finnegan begin again.

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan

He kicked up an awful din again

Because they said he could not sing again

Poor old Michael Finnegan begin again.

There was an old man called Michael Finnegan

He went a fishing with a pin again

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 he grew thin again

Then he died and had to begin again

Poor old Michael Finnegan begin again.