The Hills of Isle au Haut

By Gordon Bok
Rise Up Singing chapter: Seas and Sailors
B - AB E / B - AB E / A E A E / A E A E /
I throw in an extra B on the 4th line, like this:
B - AB E / / A E A E / A E AB E /

Away and to the westward is a place a man should go
Where the fishing's always easy and they've got no ice or snow
But I'll haul down the sails where the bays come together
And bide away my 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
But I'll haul down the sails where the bays come together
And bide away my days on the hills of Isle au Haut

Now, the trouble with old Martier, you don't try her in a trawler
For those Bay of Biscay swells they roll your head from off your shoulder
But I'll haul down the sails where the bays come together
And bide away my days on the hills of Isle au Haut

Oh the girls of Cascais, they're built strong across the shoulder
They don't give a man advice, they don't want to cook his supper
But I'll haul down the sails where the bays come together
And bide away my days on the hills of Isle au Haut

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
But I'll haul down the sails where the bays come together
And bide away my days on the hills of Isle au Haut

Freetomme does by far the best version of this on the internet at time of posting (September 2010):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YI_YmvE18g