“Singing cockles and mussels  alive, alive oh”🎼

Her body was bent forwards so crooked and sore

yet this was her passtime throughout her long laboursome life

a seafarer’s daughter, a fisherman’s wife.. 

Meagans big bucket was almost full to the brim

With salty, seawater splashing over the rim

So every cockle and mussel that Meagan did pick

Was thrown into her bucket with a toss and a flick

Each and every early morning in all kinds of weathers

Meagan and her chums shared laughter and blethers

Plucking the riches from the oceanic wealth

As they precariously perched on the rocks with scrupulous stealth

They were masters at their mission, Meagan had done this all her life

Right thru her childood and as her sea captain’s wife 

As I stroll the seashore melodious music fills the air

Echoing from the woman who treads with caution and care

I join in the chorous each time it comes around

Such a legendary, lovely, localised sound

“Singing cockles and mussles alive, alive Oh”

Everybody from the seaside knows this one you know

It’s a song that my Mother used to belt out to me