Michael Finnigan
There was a boy called Michael Finnigan,
He grew whiskers on his chin-igan.
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.
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