There was an old man named Michael Finnegan

He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen

Along came the wind and blew them in again

Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan

He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen

Along came the wind and blew them in again

Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan

He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen

Along came the wind and blew them in again

Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan

He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen

Along came the wind and blew them in again

Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again

(Gasping)

One, two, three, four