Michael Finnigan

Michael Finnigan - Various Artists

There was an old man named Michael finnigin

He had whiskerson his chin I gin

The wind blew them off and they grew in again

Poor old Michael finnigin begin again

There was an old man named Michael finnigin

He went fishing with a pin I gin

Caught a fish but dropped it in again

Poor old Michael finnigin begin again

There was an old man named Michael finnigin

Climbed a tree and barked his shin I gin

Took off several yards of skin I gin

Poor old Michael finnigin begin again

There was an old man named Michael finnigin

He grew fat and then grew thin I gin

When he did he had to begin I gin

Poor old Michael finnigin the end I gin

There was an old man named Michael finnigin

He grew fat and then grew thin I gin

When he did he had to begin I gin

Poor old Michael finnigin