Micheal Finnegan

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chinnigin
The wind came around and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
begin again


There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He got drunk through drinking ginnigin
Thus he wasted all his tinnigin
Poor old Michael Finnegan
begin again



. . . He kicked up and awful din again
Because they said he must not sin again . . .


. . . He went fishing with a pin again
Caught a fish and dropped it in again . . .

. . . Climbed a tree and barked his shin again
Took off several yards of skin again . . .

. . . He grew fat and then grew thin again
Then he died and had to begin again . . .