That face has took some beatings on that we all agree
Its dark and broody rugged features looking out to sea
Its dark and broody rugged features looking out to sea
The limpets look like blisters as they cling for dear life
Old Harry stands here all alone still mourning for his wife
He lost her in eighteen ninety six she collapsed into the sea
A raging storm just cut her off like some wartime amputee
It left a stump a reminder to which old Harry tries to cling
It shows itself at certain times when the tides fall right in spring
You hear the peal of ghostly bells when a raging storms severe
Some say it's a friendly visitor that old Harry once held dear
The locals say it's from a sunken ship with an unholy blasphemous crew
That were carrying bells for a church in Poole when their ship was broke in two
The wind cuts through St Lucas leap old Harry doesn't care
He still remembers days gone by when his wife was standing there
Old Harry still stands tall and proud alone and cold and free
He awaits the storm that will take him down to his wife beneath the sea
By LJM 01/03/2013
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