Gordon Bok – The Hills Of Isle Au Haut (Guitar)

D         Em       A
Away and to the westward

       G      A         D
Is a place a man should go

            D         G    A
Where the fishing's always easy

         G      A      D
They've got no ice or snow

           G    A        D
But I'll haul down the sails

            G           D
Where the bays come together

  G    A       D
Bide away the days

         G        A      D
On the hills of Isle au Haut

            D      Em       A
Now the Plymouth girls are fine

      G           A             D
They put their hearts in your hand

            D      G       A
And the Plymouth boys are able

   G           A          D
First-class sailors every man

           G    A        D
But I'll haul down the sails

           G            D
Where the bays come together

  G   A         D
Bide away the days

         G        A       D
On the hills of Isle au Haut

            D     Em        A
Now, the trouble with old Martin

       G       A          D
You don't try her in a trawler

           D        G      A
For those bay of Biscay swells

       G         A                   D
They roll your head from off your shoulder

           G    A        D
But I'll haul down the sails

           G           D
Where the bays come together

   G   A        D
Bide away the days

         G        A      D
On the hills of Isle au Haut

D         Em       A
Away and to the westward

       G      A         D
Is a place a man should go

            D         G    A
Where the fishing's always easy

         G      A      D
They've got no ice or snow

           G    A        D
But I'll haul down the sails

            G           D
Where the bays come together

   G   A        D
Bide away the days

          G       A      D
On the hills of Isle au Haut

D               Em      A
Now the winters drive you crazy

          G         A        D
And the fishing's hard and slow

           D          G       A
You're a damned fool if you stay

              G         A      D
But there's no better place to go

          G     A        D
But I'll haul down the sails

            G           D
Where the bays come together

   G   A        D
Bide away the days

          G       A     D
On the hills of Isle au Haut