Once more we are waft

By the northern gales bounding over the main

And now the hills of the tropic isles

We soon shall see again

Five sluggish moons have waxed and waned

Since from the shore sailed we

Now we are 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 are bound from the Arctic ground

Rolling down to old Maui

Through many a blow of frost and snow

And bitter squalls of hail

Our spars were bent and our canvas rent

As we braved the northern gale

The horrid isles of ice cut tiles

That deck the Arctic sea

Are many many leagues astern

As we sail 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

Through many a blow of frost and snow

Our big ship bore away

And in the midst of the moonbeam's kiss

We slept in St. Lawrence Bay

And many a day we whiled away

On the bold Kamchatka Sea

But now we are 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

An ample share of toil

And care we whalemen undergo

But when it's over what care we

How the bitter blast may blow

We're homeward bound

That joyful sound across the Arctic sea

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