There was an old man called Michael Finn-egan,
He wore a mask upon his chin-igan,
Someone sneezed and made him ill again
Poor old Michael Finnegan Begin-again.
There was an old man called Michael Finn-egan,
He kicked up an awful din-igan.
Said there was no social distanc-in‘
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin-again.
There was an old man called Michael Finn-egan,
Exercised and tried to win again.
Got so puffed he had to come in again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin-again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Stayed inside a drinking gin again.
Couldn’t work or earn his tin again
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Policeman asked where he had been again.
He said Durham there and back again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finn-egan,
Went to the beach to see the sea again
Caught the sun and burned his skin-igan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin-again.
There was an old man called Michael Finn-egan,
He got a cough and was really ill again.
Couldn’t taste a bloomin’ thing again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again.
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