There was a man called Michael Finnegan,
He had whiskers on his chin-negan,
Along came the wind and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
Begin again!
There was a man called Michael Finnegan,
He kicked up an awful din-negan,
Because they said he must not sing again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
Begin again!
There was a man called Michael Finnegan,
He went fishing with a pin-negan.
Caught a fish and dropped it in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
Begin again!
There was a man called Michael Finnegan,
He grew fat and then grew thin again.
Then he died and had to begin again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan.