‘Tis a damn tough life full o’ toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don’t give a damn when the day is done
How hard the winds did blow
‘Cause we’re homeward bound from the Arctic round
With a good ship, taut and free,
And we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum
Rolling down, to Ol’ Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ‘round,
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 got far to roam.
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now we’re bound from the Arctic ‘round
Rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ‘round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
To the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again.
Our studsails’ booms is carried away,
what care we for that sound.
A livid 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 ‘round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maid, 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 for 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 ‘round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ’round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
We whalermen undergo
And we don’t give a damn when the day is done
How hard the winds did blow
‘Cause we’re homeward bound from the Arctic round
With a good ship, taut and free,
And we don’t give a damn when we drink our rum
Rolling down, to Ol’ Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ‘round,
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 got far to roam.
Six hellish months we passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea,
But now we’re bound from the Arctic ‘round
Rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ‘round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
To the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again.
Our studsails’ booms is carried away,
what care we for that sound.
A livid 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 ‘round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
How soft the breeze through the island trees
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maid, 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 for 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 ‘round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys,
Rolling down to Old Maui.
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ’round,
Rolling down to Old Maui.