If a friend that you just have met
not a friend nor an foe, who knows
When at times you still can not get,
if he’s good or he’s bad

Pull him up to the peaks - take a risk!
Do not leave him alone at all
Let him go in one bundle with you -
You will see if he’s good

If the guy at the cliffs is weak
If at once he breaks down - and down
Makes a step on the ice - and dies
Stumbles over - and cries -

It’s a sign that the guy - wrong type,
Lads like him you don’t scold - let go
Blokes like him they don’t walk to the top
and don’t sing of this lot

If he did not repine or whine,
He was gloomy and rough but climbed
And when down from the rocks you dropped
Groaned, but - held at your rope!

If he followed you right to fight
At the top he looked drunk - so stunned
then as much as you count on you
You can trust - he is true