There was a man called Michael Finnegan,
He had whiskers on his chinnegan,
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 dinnegan,
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 pinnegan.
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.

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