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It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife |
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We whalermen undergo. |
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And we don't give a damn when the day is done |
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How hard the winds did blow. |
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Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground |
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With a good ship, taut and free |
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And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum |
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With the girls of Old Maui. |
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Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys |
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Rolling down to Old Maui |
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We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground |
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Rolling down to Old Maui. |
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Once more we sail with a northerly gale |
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Towards our island home. |
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Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, |
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And we ain't go far to roam. |
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Six hellish months we passed away |
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On the cold Kamchatka Sea, |
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But now we're bound from the Arctic ground |
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Rolling down to Old Maui. |
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Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys |
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Rolling down to Old Maui |
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We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground |
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Rolling down to Old Maui. |
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Once more we sail with a northerly gale |
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Through the ice and wind and rain. |
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Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands, |
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We soon shall see again. |
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Our stuns'l booms are carried away |
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What care we for that sound? |
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A living gale is after us, |
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Thank God we're homeward bound. |
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Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys |
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Rolling down to Old Maui |
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We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground |
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Rolling down to Old Maui. |
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How soft the breeze through the island trees, |
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Now the ice is far astern. |
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Them native maids, them tropical glades |
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Is awaiting our return. |
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I will rant and roar and go ashore, |
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And paint them beaches red. |
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And wake up in the arms of a Wahine maid, |
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With a big fat achin' head. |
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Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys |
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Rolling down to Old Maui |
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We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground |
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Rolling down to Old Maui. |
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Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys |
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Rolling down to Old Maui |
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We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground |
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Rolling down to Old Maui. |
