CHORUS

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 are waft by the northern gales

Bounding over the main

And now the hills of the tropic isles

We soon shall see again

Five sluggish moons have waxed and waned

Since from the shore sailed we

Now we are bound from the Arctic ground

Rolling down to old Maui

 

CHORUS

 

Through many a blow of frost and snow

And bitter squalls of hail

Our spars were bent and our canvas rent

As we braved the northern gale

The horrid isles of ice cut tiles

That deck the Arctic sea

Are many, many leagues astern

As we sail to old Maui

 

CHORUS

 

Through many a gale of snow and hail

Our good ship bore away

And in the midst of the moonbeam’s kiss

We slept in St. Lawrence Bay

And many a day we whiled away

In the bold Kamchatka Sea

And we'll think of that as we laugh and shout

Way down in old Maui

 

CHORUS

 

An ample share of toil and care

We whalemen undergo

But when it’s over what care we

How the bitter blast may blow

We are homeward bound that joyful sound

And yet it may not be

Until we're down from the Arctic ground,

Rolling down to Old Maui

 

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