Rolling Down to Old Maui


Sea shanty submitted by Aulus.

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo,
And at the end of the day we don't give a damn how hard the winds did blow,
Because 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 of Old Maui,

(Chorus)
Rollin' down to Old Maui, me boys
Rollin' down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground,
Rollin' down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with a northerly gale towards our island home,
Our mainmast sprung, our whalin' done
And we ain't got far to roam
Six hellish months we passed away,
On the cold Kamchatka Sea,
Now we sail with a northerly gale runnin' down to Old Maui

(Chorus)

Once more we sail with a northerly gale through the ice, the wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands we soon shall see again
Our ston'sl bones is carried away, what care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound!

(Chorus)

Once more we sail with a northerly gale now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades is a-waiting our return,
Even now they're big brown eyes look out hopin' some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails runnin' for the gales, ROLLIN' HOME TO OLD MAUI

(Yell chorus twice)