Rolling Down to Old Maui

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 did blow
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
With 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
Those 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 a northerly gale,
Towards our island home
Our main-mast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'l booms is carried away,
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
At last 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
Those lovely maids, those tropical glades,
Are awaiting our return
Even now their beautiful 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