One of the old time favourites of many singers and audiences. Thanks to Stan Hugill for bringing this chantey to us.<\/p>\n
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It’s a damned hard life, full of toil and strife
\nWe whalermen undergo.
\nWe don’t give a damn when the gale is done
\nHow hard the winds did blow.
\nWe’re homeward bound from the arctic ground
\nOn a good ship taut and free,
\nWe don’t give a damn when we drink our rum
\nWith the girls on old Maui.<\/p>\n
Chorus<\/span> Once more we sail with a northerly gale Chorus<\/span><\/p>\n Once more we sail with a favorable gale Chorus<\/span><\/p>\n How soft the breeze from the island seas Chorus 2x<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" One of the old time favourites of many singers and audiences. Thanks to Stan Hugill for bringing this chantey to us. It’s a damned hard life, full of toil and strife We whalermen undergo. We don’t give a damn … Continue reading
\nRolling down to old Maui, my boys,<\/em>
\nRolling down to old Maui.<\/em>
\nWe’re homeward bound from the arctic ground<\/em>
\nRolling home to old Maui.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThrough the ice and sleet and rain.
\nThem native maids in their island glades
\nWe soon shall see again.
\nSix hellish months we’ve passed away
\nOn the cold Kamchatka sea,
\nAnd now we’re bound from the arctic ground,
\nRolling down to old Maui.<\/p>\n
\nTowards our island home.
\nOur mainmast sprung, our whaling done
\nAnd we ain\u2019t got far to roam.
\nOur stun’s’ls booms are carried away
\nWhat care we for that sound?
\nA living gale is after us
\nThank God we’re homeward bound!<\/p>\n
\nNow the ice is far astern,
\nAnd them native maids in their island glades
\nAre awaiting our return.
\nEven now their big black eyes look out
\nHoping some fine day to see
\nOur baggy sails running ‘fore the gales
\nRolling down to old Maui.<\/p>\n