Gordon Bok

[Logan Darklighter]

Away and to the westward
Is a place a man should go
Where the fishing's always easy
They've got no ice or snow
But I'll haul down the sail
Where the bays come together
Bide away the 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
Now, the trouble with old Martin
You don't try her in a trawler
For those bay of Biscay swells
They roll your head from off your shoulder
Away and to the westward
Is a place a man should go
Where the fishing's always easy
They've got no ice or snow
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

[Bob Schroeck]

Hm. Never heard this before, but the lyrics have the feel of a New England sailors' song.


-- Bob
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There's no wrong way to eat a Rhesus.

[Logan Darklighter]

That's mostly what Gordon sings (and writes). If Doug has need of that sort of thing, he's a good source.

[cpt kangarooski]

Perhaps it could be used to create fishsticks or something.

[Logan Darklighter]

Very not funny, "captain".