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 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

Through the ice and wind and rain.

Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands,

We soon shall see again.

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.

How soft the breeze through the island trees,

Now the ice is far astern.

Them native maids, them tropical glades

Is awaiting our return.

I will rant and roar and go ashore,

And paint them beaches red.

And waken in the arms of a Wahine maid,

With a big fat achin' 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.

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.