It's a damn tough life_ full of toil and strife_ we whaler-men undergo _
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done_ how hard the winds did 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 the northerly gale through the ice and wind and rain_
Them coconut fronds_ them tropical lands_ we soon shall see a gain_
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 _
Once more we sail with the northerly gale_ to wards our island ho me_
Our mainmast sprung_ our whaling done_ and we ain't got far to roam_
Our stu'n's'l booms is 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 through the island trees_ now the ice is far as tern_
Them native maids_ them tropical glades_ is awaiting our re turn_
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 _
