What stubborn nature left you there
Stark, standing separate from the shore?
White, defiant of time and tide,
Three lonely stacks against the shore?
And did you witness dinosaurs
Who roamed the white Jurassic rocks?
Did pirates hide within your lee
Or Vikings flounder In their boats?
Are you miscreant turned to stone
The action of time and tide on rock
Named for Old Harry the Devil himself?
I only know I love to stare
And see you standing off this shore
Bright jewels of Purbeck’s perfect coast.