Misc Traditional – Old Maui (Ukulele)

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It’s a damn tough life, full of toil & strife, we whaler men undergo.

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& we won’t give a damn when the gales are done,how hard the winds did blow.

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For we’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground, with a good ship taut & free.

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& we won’t give a damn when we drink our rum, with the girls of old Maui.

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Rolling down to old Maui, me boys, rolling down to old Maui;

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We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui.

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Once more we sail with a northerly gale, through the ice & wind & rain.

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Them coconut fronds, them tropical shores, we soon shall see again.

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Six hellish months we’ve passed away, on the cold Kamchatka sea;

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But now we’re bound from the Arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui.

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Our whaling done, our main mast sprung, & we ain’t got far to roam.

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Our stuns’ls booms are carried away, what care we for that sound;

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A living gale is after us, thank God we’re homeward bound.

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How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far astern.

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Them native maids, them tropical glades, is awaiting our return.

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Even now their big brown eyes look out, hoping some fine day to see:

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Our baggy sails, running ‘fore the gales, rolling down to old Maui.

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And now we’re anchored in the bay, with the Kanakas all around,

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With chants & soft “aloha ios”, they greet us homeward bound.

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And now ashore we’ll have good fun, we’ll paint them beaches red;

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Awaken in the arms of an island maid with a big fat aching head!