Rolling Down to Old Maui

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and
Strife,
We whalermen undergo
And we won't give a damn when the
Gales
Are done how hard the winds did blow
For we're homeward bound from the
Arctic grounds with a good ship taught
And free
And we won't give a damn when we
Drink our rum with the girls from old Maui

Rolling down to old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to old Maui
We're homeward bound from the
Arctic grounds, rolling down to old Maui

Once more we sail with the northerly
Gales through the ice and
Wind and rain, Them coconut fronds,
Them tropical shores,
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months we've passed
Away on the cold Kamchatka sea
But now we're bound from the
Arctic grounds,
Rolling down to old Maui

Rolling down to old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to old Maui
We're homeward bound
From the Arctic grounds,
Rolling down to old Maui

Once more we sail
With the Northerly gales,
Towards our island home
Our whaling done,
Our mainmast sprung,
And we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'l's bones 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 grounds,
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 grounds, rolling down to old Maui