Rolling Down to Old Maui (Live)

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow

We're homeward bound to the mighty fine sound
On a good ship taut and free
And we don'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 lands
We soon shall see again

Six hellish months have passed away
On the cold Kamchatka Sea
But now we're 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 with the favourable gale
Towards our island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain't got far to roam

Our stans'l bones got 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 in them island trees
Now the ice is far astern
And the native maids in them tropical glades
Are 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