Rolling Down to Old Maui

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife

We whalermen undergo

And we don't give a damn when the gail is done

How hard the winds did blow

We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground

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 a northerly gale

Towards our island home

Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done

And we ain't got far to roam

Our stuns'l booms 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 sweet the breeze through the island trees

Now the ice is far astern

Them island 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 runnin' 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 ground

Rolling down to Old Maui

We'll heave the lead where old Diamond Head

Looms up on old Wahu

Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice

And our decks are hid from view

The horrid ice of the sea-caked isles

That deck the Arctic sea

Are miles behind in the frozen wind

Since we steered for 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

And now we're anchored in the bay

With Kanakas all around

With chants and soft aloha oes

They greet us homeward bound

And now ashore we'll have good fun

We'll paint them beaches red

Awaken in the arms of an island maid

With a big fat aching head

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

We’re 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