It's a [bad word] tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo.
And we don't give a [bad word] when the day 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 don't give a [bad word] when we drink [bad word] 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 a northerly gale
Towards our island home.
Our mainmast [bad word]  our whaling done,
And we ain't go far to roam.
Six hellish months we passed away
On 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.

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
To the ice and wind and rain.
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands,
We soon shall see again.
Our stuns and bones are carried away
What care we for that sound?
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.

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 [bad word]  for 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.

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.