Rolling Down
to Old Maui

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife
we whaler men undergo 
And we won't give a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow
'cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic grounds with a good ship taught and free
 And we won't give a damn
when we drink our rum
with the girls from 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 gales through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical land
we soon shall see again
Six hellish months we've 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 gales towards our island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
and we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'l's 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 gale
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