It's a d*** tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo
And we don't give a d*** when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow
'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground on a good ship taut and free
And we won't give a d*** when we drink our rum with the girls of old Maui
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 the northerly gale through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands, we soon shall see again
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic Ground, rollin' down to old Maui
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 the northerly gale towards our island home
Our main mast sprung, our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'l boom is carried away, what care we for that sound
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound
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
How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern
Them native maids them tropical glades is awaiting our return
Even now, their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales, rollin' down to old Maui
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
We'll heave the lead where old Diamond Head moves up on Oahu
Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice and our decks are hid from view
The horrid ice of the sea-caked isles that deck the arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind since we steered for old Maui
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
And now we're anchored in the bay, with kanakas all around
With chants and soft alo-ha-ois, they greet us homeward bound
And now ashore, we'll have good friends, we'll paint them beaches red
Awaken in the arms of an island maid with a big fat achin' head
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
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
And we don't give a d*** when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow
'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground on a good ship taut and free
And we won't give a d*** when we drink our rum with the girls of old Maui
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 the northerly gale through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands, we soon shall see again
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic Ground, rollin' down to old Maui
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 the northerly gale towards our island home
Our main mast sprung, our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam
Our stuns'l boom is carried away, what care we for that sound
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound
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
How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern
Them native maids them tropical glades is awaiting our return
Even now, their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales, rollin' down to old Maui
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
We'll heave the lead where old Diamond Head moves up on Oahu
Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice and our decks are hid from view
The horrid ice of the sea-caked isles that deck the arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind since we steered for old Maui
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
And now we're anchored in the bay, with kanakas all around
With chants and soft alo-ha-ois, they greet us homeward bound
And now ashore, we'll have good friends, we'll paint them beaches red
Awaken in the arms of an island maid with a big fat achin' head
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
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