Rolling Down To Old Maui


h1 September 1st, 2010

This is a Pacific whaling song. Most whaling songs I know are Atlantic based, sailing to Iceland and Greenland whale fisheries. This is the story of a ship based in Maui that sailed to the Kamchatka_Peninsula where there were many types of whales in the 1800s.

I would encourage you to listen to this with large speakers or earphones, as there some low frequencies that will surely be lost through computer sound systems.

Lyrics:
[Em] It’s a mighty tough [B7] life [Em] full of toil and [B7] strife
  
[Em] We whaler-men [D] under [Em] go
[Em]
And we really don’t [B7] care when the [Em] gale is [B7] done
  
[Em] How hard them [D] winds did [Em] blow

[G] We’re homeward bound from the [D] Arctic Sound
  
With a [C] good ship taut and [B7] free
[Em]
And we’ll have our [B7] fun when we [Em] drink our [B7] rum
  
[Em] With the girls of [D] Old [Em] Maui

CH
[G] Rolling down to Old [D] Maui, me boys
[C]
Rolling down to Old [B7] Maui
[Em]
We’re homeward [B7] bound from the [Em] Arctic [B7] Ground
[Em]
Rolling down to [D] Old [Em] Maui

Once more we sail with a Northerly gale
  
Through the ice, and wind, and rain

Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
  
We soon shall see again

Six brutal months have passed away
  
On the cold Kam-chat-ka sea

But now we’re bound from the Arctic ground
  
Rolling down to Old Maui

CH

Once more we sail the Northerly gale
  
Going towards our Island home

Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done
  
We ain’t got far to roam

Our stuns’l booms is carried away
  
What care we for that sound

A living gale is after us
  
Thank God we’re homeward bound

CH

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, round eyes look out
  
Hoping some fine thing to see

Our baggy sails running ‘fore the gales
  
Rolling down to Old Maui

CH

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