Rolling Down to Old Maui

It's a rough, tough life, full of toil and strife
We whalers undergo
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow
So we're homeward bound, it's a damn fine sound
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 sleet and rain
And the coconut fronds on the tropical isles
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months have passed away
In 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
How warm the breeze on the tropical seas
Now the ice is far astern
The Hawaiian maids on the island glades
Are awaiting our return
And the big black eyes even now look out
Hoping someday they will 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
Once more we sail with a favorable gale
Aye, towards our island home
Our mainyard's sprung and our whaling's done
And we ain't got far to roam
Our studs'l booms are 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
And now we're anchored in the bay
With Kanakas all around
With chats and stuff aloha way
They greet us homeward bound
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Lying in the arms of Hawaiian maids
With a big, fat, aching head
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