Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whaler men undergo
And we won't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the wind does blow
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground with a good ship, taut and free
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a northerly gale through the ice, and wind, and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores we soon shall see again
For six hellish months we passed away on the cold Kamchatka sea
But we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail the northerly gale towards our island home
Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam
Our stans'l booms is carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us
Thank God we're homeward bound

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

How soft the breeze through the island trees now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades is awaiting our return
Even now their big, brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui