歌词
There was an old man
Named Michael Finnigan
He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen,
Up come the wind
And blew then in again,
Poor old Michael Finnigan.
Begin again.
There was an old man
Named Michael Finnigan
He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen,
Up come the wind
And blew then in again,
Poor old Michael Finnigan.
Begin again.