The first song the crew ever forgot during a show
It’s a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo
And we don’t give a damn when the whaling’s 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 on the shores 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
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’s been carried away, what care we for that sound
A living gale is after us, thank God we’re homeward bound