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 gale 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 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 grounds
Rolling down to old Maui

Once more we sail with the northerly gales
Through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores
We soon shall see again
For six hellish months we've passed away
On the cold Kamchatka sea
But now we're bound from the arctic grounds
Rolling down to old Maui

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