The Hills of Isle Au Haut

Way out to the Westward
There’s a place a man should go
The fishin’s always easy
And they got no ice, or snow

And I’ll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together
And bide away the days
In the hills of Isle au Haut

Oh, those Plymouth girls are fine
They’ll put their hearts right in your hand
And Plymouth boys are able
First class sailors, every man

And I’ll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together
And bide away the days
In the hills of Isle au Haut

=== guitar solo Mark Cosgrove ===
=== fiddle solo Nate Grower ===

Well, the girls of old Kascace
Boys, they’re strong across the shoulders
They don’t give a man advice
They don’t wanna cook him dinner

And I’ll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together
And bide away the days
In the hills of Isle au Haut

Now, the trouble with ol’ Marteer
You can’t try her in a trawler
Those Bay of Biscay swells
Will roll your head clean off your shoulders

And I’ll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together
And bide away the days
In the hills of Isle au Haut

=== accordion solo Dan Walker ===
=== guitar solo David Bromberg ===

Ah, the winters’ll drive ya crazy
The fishin’s hard, and slow
You’re a damn fool if you stay
But there’s no better place to go

And I’ll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together
And bide away the days
In the hills of Isle au Haut

And I’ll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together
And bide away the days
In the hills of Isle au Haut