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| Rolling down to Old Maui It's a mighty tough life full of toil and strife We whaler-men under go And we really don't care when the gale is done How hard them winds did blow We're homeward bound from the Arctic Sound With a good ship taut and free And we'll have our fun 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 Six brutal months have passed away On the cold Kam-chat-ka sea But now we're bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui Once more we sail the Northerly gale Going towards our Island home Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done We ain't got far to roam Our stuns'l booms is carried away What care we for that sound A living gale is after us Thank God we're homeward bound 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, round eyes look out Hoping some fine thing to see Our baggy sails running ‘fore the gales Rolling down to Old Maui
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