Down To Old Maui Songtext

Full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn
When the rain has stopped
How hard the wind does blow
We're homeward bound
From the Arctic ground
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

Once more, we sail
With a northerly gale
Through the ice and sleet and rain
And the coconut fronds
And the tropic lands
We soon shall see again
Six hellish months
We passed away In the cold Kamchatka sea
And 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

We'll heave the lead
Where old Diamondhead
Looms up on old Oahu
And our mast and yards
Are sheathed with ice
The deck is hid from view
The horrid tile
Of the sea-caked isles
Oh, the deck's a raging sea
Are miles behind
From the frozen winds
As we sail 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

How soft the breeze
Off the tropic seas
Now the ice is far astern
And them native maids
In the foreign glades
Are awaiting our return
Even now
Their big, black eyes look out
Hoping some find day to see
Our baggy sails
Running before the gale
As we sail to Old Maui

And now we've anchored
In the bay
With Kanakas all around
With chants
And soft aloha-ays
They greet us, homeward bound
And now ashore
We'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
We'll wake in the arms
Of a Wahine
With a big, fat, aching head

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