On a Dorset Shore
By moonlit tide on Dorset’s shore,
The smugglers came with silent oar.
With kegs of rum and lace so fine,
They slipped ashore past every sign.
Chorus
No lantern lit, no whistle blown,
They knew each cave like it was home.
From Kimmeridge to Lyme they crept,
While honest folk in silence slept.
A wink, a nod, a hidden stash,
The customs men got fooled in flash.
got fooled in flash.
Verse
In Purbeck’s cliffs and Golden Cap,
They’d hide their goods beneath a trap.
The priest he turned a knowing eye,
The farmer let the barrels lie.
Even the baker, strong and stout,
Had brandy tucked about his house.
They say at Moonfleet tales were spun,
Of daring runs and pistols done.
A boat, a bluff, a narrow track,
With troopers lost and beaten back.
credits
from Distorted Reality, released July 3, 2025