Old Maui

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife

We whalemen 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, taut and free

And we won'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 grounds

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 shores,

We soon shall see again.

For 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 a northerly gale

Towards our island home.

Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung

And we ain't go far to roam.

Our stuns'l 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 a-waiting our return.

Even now their big brown eyes look out

Hoping some fine day to see

Our baggy sails runnin' '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.

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.