John Schumann - Michael Finnegin lyrics

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan, He grew whiskers on his chinnegan, The wind came up and blew them inagain Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin again. There was an old man named Michael Finnegan, He kicked up an awful dinagin Because they said he must not singagin Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin again. There was an old man named Michael Finnegan, He went fishing with a pinnegan, Caught a fish and dropped it in again, Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin again. There was an old man named Michael Finnegan, He grew fat and then grew thin again, Then he died and had to begin again, Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin again. There was an old man named Michael Finnegan, Find a little tree and barked his skinagin Took off several yards of skinagin Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin again.