‘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.