Hills Of Isle of Haut    

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com     

Away and to the westward

Is a place a man should go

Where the fishing's always easy             

They've got no ice or snow

 

CHORUS after each verse

But I'll haul down the sail

Where the bays come together

Bide away the days

On the hills of Isle au Haut

Now the Plymouth girls are fine

They put their hearts in your hand

And the Plymouth boys are able

First-class sailors every man

Now, the trouble with old Martin

You don't try her in a trawler

For those bay of Biscay swells

They roll your head from off your shoulder

Away and to the westward

Is a place a man should go

Where the fishing's always easy

They've got no ice or snow

Now the winters drive you crazy

And the fishing's hard and slow

You're a damned fool if you stay

But there's no better place to go

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com