Fraser Bruce 

HILLS OF ISLE AU HAUT (Gordon Bok/Leosong)

Away into the westward
There’s a place a man should go
Where the fishing’s always easy
And they’ve got no rain or snow

Chorus:

For I’ll haul down the sails
Where the bays come together
Bide away the days
On the hills of Isle Au Haut

The trouble with old Mhartir
You can try her in a trawler
But the Bay of Biscay swells
Would roll the head from off your shoulder

The Plymouth girls are fine
They put their hearts in your hand
And the Plymouth lads are able
First class sailors every man

The winter’s drive you crazy
The fishing’s hard and slow
You’re a damn fool if you stay
But there’s no finer place to go