There was a boy called Michael Finnigan,
He grew whiskers on his chinigan.
The wind came out and blew them in again.
Poor old Michael Finnigan, begin again.
There was an old man named Michael Finnigan,
Who went off fishing with a pinnigan.
He caught a fish, but it fell in again.
Poor old Michael Finnigan.
There was an old man named Michael Finnigan,
Who caught a cold and couldn't get well again.
Then he died, and had to begin again.
Poor old Michael Finnigan.
