ROLLING DOWN TO 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 ground; rolling 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; rolling down to old Maui. chorus
Once more we sail with the northerly gale, towards our island home,
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam,
Our stuns'l bones is carried away, what care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound. chorus
How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern,
Them native maids, them tropical glades, is awaitin' our return,
Even now their big brown eyes look out, hopin' some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales; rolling down to old Maui. chorus
E minor (2:33)
The Burly Fredonian Men's Chorus:
Michael Marzella bass voice
Garold Amadon tenor voice
Jim Hancock guitar, lead voice
As performed on the recordings:
Bedlam Boys and
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