Rolling Down To Old Maui

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife
 We whaler men undergo
 And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
 How hard the winds do 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
 Rollin' down to Old Maui, me boys
 Rollin' down to Old Maui, me boys
 We're homeward bound from the Artic ground
 Rollin' 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 hellish months have passed away
 On the cold Kamchatka Sea
 But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
 Rolling down to Old Maui
 Rollin' down to Old Maui, me boys
 Rollin' down to Old Maui
 We're homeward bound from the Artic ground
 Rollin' down to Old Maui
 And now we sail with a favorable gale
 Towards our island home
 Our main mast sprung, our whaling done
 And we anchored far to roam
 Our stunsail bones got carried away
 What care we for that sound
 Our living gale is after us
 Thank God, we're homeward bound
 Rollin' down to Old Maui, me boys
 Rollin' down to Old Maui
 We're homeward bound from the Artic ground
 Rollin' down to Old Maui
 Rollin' down to Old Maui, me boys
 Rollin' down to Old Maui
 We're homeward bound from the Artic ground
 Rollin' down to Old Maui...