Rolling Down to Old Maui

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife
 We whalermen undergo
 And we won't give a damn when the gale is done
 How hard the winds do blow
 'Cause we're homeward-bound from the Arctic Gound
 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
 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 with the Northerly gale
 Towards our Island home
 Our mainmast sprung, our whaling 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 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