It stands on the south of Swanage Bay
Defending this land from the enemay.
The French and Germans and French again
And the smugglers with their fags* and white wain.
 
We Coastwatch watch the coast all day
So nobody tries to steal it away.
And sometimes it smells like someone has died
But it's usually something come in on the tide.
 
For over 200 years we've defended our land
Against the Frogs, the Hun and the odd contraband.
And we've stopped all the boats from hitting the rocks
As they stagger to Poole to unload at the docks.
 
So here's to the Coastwatch, long may they keep
their vigil, through high tide, low tide  - and neap.
They defy all the mist, snow, wind and rain    
With just the booze to keep them sane.

( * Please note: UK English for 'cigarettes' ! )