| SONGS |
| MICHAEL FINNIGAN |
| There was an old man named Michael Finnigan, He grew whiskers on his chinigin, The wind came out and blew them inagin, Poor old Michael Finnigan (begin agin). There was an old man named Michael Finnigan, He kicked up an awful dinigin, Because they said he must not singagin, Poor old Michael Finnigan (begin agin). There was an old man named Michael Finnigan, He went fishing with a pinigin, Caught a fish but dropped it inagin, Poor old Michael Finnigan (begin agin). There was an old man named Michael Finnigan, Climbed a tree and barked his shinigin, Took off several yards of skinigin, Poor old Michael Finnigan (begin agin). There was an old man named Michael Finnigan, He grew fat and he grew thinagin, Then he died, and we have to beginagin, Poor old Michael Finnigan, Finnigan. |
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