Hills of Isle au Haut

And away out to the westward
There's a place a man should go
Where the fishing's always easy
And they got no ice or snow

So I'll haul down my sails
Where the bays run together
Bide away my days
In the Hills of Isle au Haut

Now those Plymouth girls are fine
They'll put their hearts right in your hand
And those Plymouth boys are able-bodied
Sailors to a man

So I'll haul down my sails
Where the bays run together
Bide away my days
In the Hills of Isle au Haut

Now the trouble with old Martir
You don't try her in a trawler
'Cause those Bay of Biscay swells
Will roll your head right off your shoulder

So I'll haul down my sails
Where the bays run together
Bide away my days
In the Hills of Isle au Haut

And the winters drive you crazy
The fishing's hard and slow
You're a damned fool if you stay
There's no better place to go

I'll haul down my sails
Where the bays run together
Bide away my days
In the Hills of Isle au Haut

And away out to the westward
There's a place a man must go
Where the fishing's always easy
And they got no ice or snow

So I'll haul down my sails
Where the bays run together
Bide away my days
In the Hills of Isle au Haut