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 has stopped

How hard the winds did blow

Where homeward bound tiss a ground old 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 home to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a Northerly gale

Through the ice,and wind,and rain

Them coconut fronds,them tropical lands

We soon shall see again

Six hellish months we've passed away

in the cold Kamchatka Sea

And 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 home to Old Maui

And now we sail with a favoring gale

Towards our lsland home

Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done

And we ain't got far to roam

Our stans'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 Ground

Rolling home to Old Maui

Rolling down to Old Maui,me boys

Rolling down to Old Maui

We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground

Rolling home to Old Maui