Rolling Down to Old Maui |
It's a damned tough life, full of toil and strife We whalermen undergo. And we don't give a damn when the gale has stopped How hard the wind did blow. We're homeward bound! 'Tis a grand old sound On a good ship taut and free, And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum With the girls on old Maui. Chorus: Rolling down to old Maui, my boys, Rolling down to old Maui. We're homeward bound from the arctic ground Rolling home to old Maui.
2. Once more we sail with a northerly gale
3. We'll heave the lead where old Diamondhead |
4. How soft the breeze of the tropic seas Now the ice is far astern, And them native maids in them island glades Are awaiting our return. Even now their big black eyes look out Hoping some fine day to see Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales Rolling down to old Maui. Chorus:
5. And now we sail with a favoring gale
6. And now we're anchored in the bay |