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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