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

to 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 caggy sails runnin' '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 a-waiting our return

i will rant and roar and row to shore

and paint them beaches red

and waking in the arms of a wahine 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

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