> It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife
> We whalemen undergo.
> And we don't give a damn when the day is done
> How hard the winds did blow.
> For 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.
> 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 wind and rain.
> Them native maids, them tropical glades,
> We soon shall see again.
> Six hellish months have passed away
> One 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.
>
> Once more we sail with a northerly gale
> Towards our island home.
> Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
> 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 ground
> 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 soft 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 ground
> Rolling down to Old Maui.
>