Old Maui

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

We whaler men undergo

And we won't give a damn when the gale 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 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 Ground

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 lands

We soon shall see again

For Six hellish months we passed away

On 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 the Northerly gale

Towards our Island home

Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung

And we ain't got far to roam

Our stans'l booms 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 awaiting our return

Even now their big, brown eyes look out

Hoping some fine day to see

Our baggy sails running '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

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