"Michael Finnegin" Lyrics

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan,
The wind came up and blew them inagain
Poor old Michael Finnegan,
Begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He kicked up an awful dinagin
Because they said he must not singagin
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.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
Find a little tree and barked his skinagin
Took off several yards of skinagin
Poor old Michael Finnegan,
Begin again.