There was an old man
Named 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
Named Michael Finnegan
He went fishing
With a pinnegan
Sat all day
Reeled it in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again

There was an old man
Named Michael Finnegan
He looked up and saw those twins again
He turned ’round
And there they were again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again

There was an old man
Named Michael Finnegan
Ate his dinner
From a tin again
Was so good
He ate some more again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again

There was an old man
Named Michael Finnegan
He grew fat
Wanted to be thin again
Went on a diet
And got thin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again

There was an old man
Named Michael Finnegan
He was so clumsy
Banged his shin again
He shouted loud
Oh what a din again!
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again

There was an old man
Named Michael Finnegan
Heard this song
And began to sing again
Hurt my ears
So don’t begin again
And that’s the end of
Michael Finnegan!
And that’s the end of
Michael Finnegan!