Harold, are you asleep? 
Harold, I remember your leap, 
It may have killed you 
But it was a brave thing to do. 

Two promontories ran high into the sky, 
He leapt from one rock to the other
And fell to the sea's smother. 

Harold was always afraid to climb high, 
But something urged him on, 
He felt he should try. 
I would not say that he was wrong, 
Although he succeeded in doing nothing but die. 
Would you? 

Ever after that steep 
Place was called Harold's Leap. 

It was a brave thing to do.