Once more we are waft by the northern gales a-bounding over the main
And soon the hills of the tropic isles we all shall see again
Five sluggish moons have waxed and waned since from the shores sailed we
And now we are bound from the Arctic ground, rolling down to old Maui
Through many a gale of frost and hail, our big ship bore away
And in the midst of a moonbeam's kiss we slept at St. Lawrence Bay
And many's the 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
Through many a blow of frost and snow and bitter squalls of hail
Our spires were bent and our canvas rent as we brave the northern gale
The cruel isles of ice-capped 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
An ample share of toil and care we whalemen undergo
But when it's over, what care we how bitter the 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
Homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to old Maui