It's a rough tough life full of toil and strife
We whalers undergo.
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow.
So we're homeward bound tis a damned fine sound
With a good ship, taut and free
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rhum
With the girls of Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and sleet and rain.
And them coconut fronds, those tropical isles
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away
In the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But 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 Diamond Head
Looms up on old Wahu.
Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice
And our decks are hidden from view.
Ah, the horrid ice of the Sekut isles
Now they deck the Arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
When we steer for Old Maui.
How warm the breeze and the tropical seas
Now the ice is far astern.
Them Hawaiian maids, them tropical glades
Are a-waiting our return.
And their big black eyes even now look out
Hoping someday do see
Our baggy sails runnin' 'fore the gales
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.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't got far to roam.
Our studs'l booms are carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound.
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.
And now we're anchored in the bay
With Kanakas all around
With chants and soft aloha oes
They greet us homeward bound.
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Lying in the arms of a Hawaiian maids
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.
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui."
Rolling Down To Old Maui Video (MV)
Performed By: Storm Weather Shanty Choir
Language: English
Length: 4:19
Written by: TRADITIONAL, CHRISTOPHER JOHN LETHBRIDGE, JASON NICHOLAS, JEREMY DAVID BROWN, JOHN ANTHONY BROWN, JOHN LEONARD MCDONNELL, JONATHAN ROBERT CLEAVE, TOBY LOBB
Storm Weather Shanty Choir - Rolling Down To Old Maui Lyrics
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English
It's a rough tough life full of toil and strife
We whalers undergo.
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow.
So we're homeward bound tis a damned fine sound
With a good ship, taut and free
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rhum
With the girls of Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and sleet and rain.
And them coconut fronds, those tropical isles
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away
In the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But 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 Diamond Head
Looms up on old Wahu.
Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice
And our decks are hidden from view.
Ah, the horrid ice of the Sekut isles
Now they deck the Arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
When we steer for Old Maui.
How warm the breeze and the tropical seas
Now the ice is far astern.
Them Hawaiian maids, them tropical glades
Are a-waiting our return.
And their big black eyes even now look out
Hoping someday do see
Our baggy sails runnin' 'fore the gales
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.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't got far to roam.
Our studs'l booms are carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound.
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.
And now we're anchored in the bay
With Kanakas all around
With chants and soft aloha oes
They greet us homeward bound.
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Lying in the arms of a Hawaiian maids
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.
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui."
We whalers undergo.
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds do blow.
So we're homeward bound tis a damned fine sound
With a good ship, taut and free
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rhum
With the girls of Old Maui.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and sleet and rain.
And them coconut fronds, those tropical isles
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months have passed away
In the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But 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 Diamond Head
Looms up on old Wahu.
Our masts and yards are sheathed with ice
And our decks are hidden from view.
Ah, the horrid ice of the Sekut isles
Now they deck the Arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
When we steer for Old Maui.
How warm the breeze and the tropical seas
Now the ice is far astern.
Them Hawaiian maids, them tropical glades
Are a-waiting our return.
And their big black eyes even now look out
Hoping someday do see
Our baggy sails runnin' 'fore the gales
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.
Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't got far to roam.
Our studs'l booms are carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound.
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.
And now we're anchored in the bay
With Kanakas all around
With chants and soft aloha oes
They greet us homeward bound.
And now ashore we'll have good fun
We'll paint them beaches red
Lying in the arms of a Hawaiian maids
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.
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui."
Writer: TRADITIONAL, CHRISTOPHER JOHN LETHBRIDGE, JASON NICHOLAS, JEREMY DAVID BROWN, JOHN ANTHONY BROWN, JOHN LEONARD MCDONNELL, JONATHAN ROBERT CLEAVE, TOBY LOBB
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid