It is a damn tough life full of 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 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
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
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 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 a northerly gale
To the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Our stun souls bones is carried away
What cowry for the 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 a waiting 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
