There was a man called Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin again
A lawn came to an end,
blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Again and again There was a man called Michael Finnegan
He kicked up an awful den again
Because they said he must not sing again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Again and again There was a man called Michael Finnegan
He went fishing with the pin again
Caught a fish and dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Again and 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
There was a man called Michael Finnegan He grew fat and then grew thin again
And had to begin again for old Michael Finnigan.