Rolling Down to Old Maui by Lizzy Hardingham

 

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whaler-men undergo

And we don't give a damn when the gale is done, how hard the
 winds did blow

For we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground on the good ship, taut and free

And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls
 of old Maui

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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

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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

For 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

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Once more we sail with the northerly gale, towards our island home

Our whaling done, our mainmast sprung, and we ain't got far to roam

Our stu'n's'l booms is carried away, what care we for that sound?

A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound!

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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, rolling down to old Maui

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