Baggers By The Sea

Verse 1
She lives by the sea with a view of the pier,
Claims she’s “at peace” but she shouts at the weather each year,
“Who ordered this wind?!” she yells at the sky,
While her baggers flap round like they’re learning to fly.

The gulls cry loud and the tide rolls free,
But she’s arguing back with ferocity,
Hair blown sideways, dignity gone,
Still marching the promenade at dawn.

Chorus
Hey! Baggers by the sea!
Hey! That’s where she’ll be!
Wind in her hair, wild and free —
Mum in her baggers by the sea!

Ho! Let the wild wind blow!
She don’t care, she’ll steal the show!
Stamp your feet and let it be —
Baggers by the sea!

Verse 2
Her son’s all grown with a beard and bass,
Still laughs at her wind-swept face,
Says, “Mum, you’re mad,” she says, “That’s true —
But these baggers survived raising you!”

There’s Lottie the cat with a tyrant stare,
Like she owns the house and the favourite chair,
Strutting round like seaside royalty,
Demanding snacks and loyalty.

Chorus
Hey! Baggers by the sea!
Hey! That’s where she’ll be!
Wind in her hair, wild and free —
Mum in her baggers by the sea!

Ho! Let the wild wind blow!
She don’t care, she’ll steal the show!
Stamp your feet and let it be —
Baggers by the sea!

Bridge
She’s chased off gulls with a wooden spoon,
Declared it “storm season” in mid-June,
Lost her car but she’ll be grand —
“Sure it’s somewhere on this land.”

Lottie knocks a glass askew,
She says, “That cat’s got better manners than you,”
To absolutely no one at all —
Just the seagull outside her hall.

Final Chorus
Hey! Baggers by the sea!
Hey! That’s where she’ll be!
Wind in her hair, wild and free —
Mum in her baggers by the sea!

Ho! Let the wild wind blow!
She don’t care, she’ll steal the show!
Stamp your feet and let it be —
Baggers by the sea! 🍀

Irish upbeat lively music with a fiddle, same vibes as The Pogues or The Dubliners, Fiddle, Violin, Fast (120-168 BPM), Energetic, Happy, Male Irish vocals