"Michael Finnegan" | The traditional lyrics
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chinnigan.
The wind blew them off, but they grew in again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.
How many claps are there in his name?
He grew whiskers on his chinnigan.
The wind blew them off, but they grew in again.
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again.
How many claps are there in his name?
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