Rolling Down to Old Maui (Live)

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
We're homeward bound to the mighty fine sound
On 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 the northerly gale
Through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands, we soon shall see again
Six hellish months have 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 the favourable gale, towards our island home
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, an we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'l's bones got 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 soft the breeze in them island tress, now the ice is far astern
And the naitve maids in them tropical glades, are 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