Michael Finnegan

C
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
G
He grew whiskers on his chin-igan
       C
The wind came up and blew them in again
G                C
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
 
C
There was an old mad named Michael Finnegan
G
He fell down and broke his shin-igan
C
Folks said, “Mike, you’ll never swim again”
G                C
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
 
C
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
G
He grew fat and then grew thin again
C
Thinner than a safety pin-igan
G                C
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again
 
C
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
G
He went fishing with a pin again
C
Caught a fish but dropped it in again
G                C
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again