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.