Michael Finnegan
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen
Along came the wind and blew them in again
Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again
(Gasping)
One, two, three, four
Michael Finnegan
Il y avait un vieux bonhomme nommé Michael Finnegan
Il avait des poils sur son menton-a-gen
Un jour le vent est venu et les a emportés encore
Pauvre vieux Michael Finnegan, recommence encore
Il y avait un vieux bonhomme nommé Michael Finnegan
Il avait des poils sur son menton-a-gen
Un jour le vent est venu et les a emportés encore
Pauvre vieux Michael Finnegan, recommence encore
Il y avait un vieux bonhomme nommé Michael Finnegan
Il avait des poils sur son menton-a-gen
Un jour le vent est venu et les a emportés encore
Pauvre vieux Michael Finnegan, recommence encore
Il y avait un vieux bonhomme nommé Michael Finnegan
Il avait des poils sur son menton-a-gen
Un jour le vent est venu et les a emportés encore
Pauvre vieux Michael Finnegan, recommence encore
(Étonné)
Un, deux, trois, quatre