Lyrics

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

There was an old man…
He went fishing with a pinnegan
Sat all day, reeled it in again
Poor old…

There was an old man…
Ate his dinner from a tin again
Was so good he ate some more again
Poor old…

There was an old man…
He grew fat, wanted to be thin again
Went on a diet and got thin again
Poor old…

There was an old man…
He was so clumsy, banged his shin again
He shouted loud, oh what a din again!
Poor old…

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


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