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 wind did blow

We're homeward bound
'Tis a grand old sound on 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 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 Island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
And we ain't got far to roam

Our stu'n's'l booms are carried away
What care we for that sound
A living gale 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