There was an old man Called 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 Called Michael Finnegan He kicked off awful din again Because they would not let him sing again Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again There was an old man Called Michael Finnegan He went fishing With a pin again Caught a fish And threw it in again Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again There was an old man Called Michael Finnegan Climbed a tree Marked his shin again Took off several yards of skin again Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again There was an old man Called Michael Finnegan He grew fat then grew think again Then he died and had to begin again Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin again There was an old man Called 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