It's a tough rough life full of toil and strife We whalers undergo. And we don't give a damn when the gale is done How hard the wind did blow. We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground 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.
(chorus) 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 slit and rain. Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands We soon shall see again. Six hellish months have passed agone On the cold Kamchatka Sea, But now we're bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui.
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Once more we sail with a northerly gale Towards our island home. Our mainmast sprung, our whalings done, And we ain't got far to roam. Our stu'n's'l bones is carried away What care we for that sound? A living gale is on our tale, Thank God we're homeward bound.
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How soft the breeze from 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.
And now we're anchored in the bay With the Kanakas all around With chants and soft aloha oes They greet us homeward bound. And now ashore we'll have good fun We'll paint them beaches red Awaking in the arms of an island maid With a big fat aching head.