Michael Finnegan

folk song / traditional

Lyrics

(Folk song)

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He had whiskers on his chin again,
The wind blew them off and blew them on again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He went fishing with a pin again,
Sat all day, reeled it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
Ate his dinner from a tin again.
Was so good he ate some more again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew fat, wanted to be thin again,
Went on a diet and got thin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He was so clumsy, banged his shin again,
He shouted loud, oh what a din again!
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
Heard this song and began to sing again
Hurt my ears, so don’t begin again,
And that’s the end of Michael Finnegan!