Old Maui

Were homeward bound from the Arctic ground

rollin' down to Old Maui

Hey!

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

we whalermen undergo

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

how hard the winds do blow

For 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'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

Heave!

Ho!

Heave!

Ho!

YA HA HA!

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 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

YA HA HA!