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Michael Finnegan

 
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He had whiskers on his chinegan,
Along came the wind and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
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There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He kicked up an awful dinnegan,
Because they said he must not sing again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
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There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He went fishing with a pinnegan,
Caught a fish and dropped it in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
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There was an old man anmed Michael Finnegan,
He grew fat and then grew thin again,
Then he died and had to begin again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
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