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 do blow
We're homeward bound
'Tis a mighty fine sound
With a good ship taut and free
And 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 northenly gale
Through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fonds, 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 favourable gale
Towards our island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'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 and them island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids and them tropic glades
Is awaiting our return
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gale
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