There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin again
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan began again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
And he went fishing with a pinnigan
Caught a fish and dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan began again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
Hair grew thick and then grew thin again
Grew so thin it couldn't be trimmed again
Poor old Michael Finnegan began again
Poor old Michael Finnegan began again

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin again
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan began again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin again



And he went fishing with a pinnigan
Caught a fish and dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan