Forecastle song
Once more we sail with a favoring gale
A-bounding o'er the main,
And soon the hills of the tropic clime
Will be in view again.
Six sluggish months have passed away
Since from your shores sailed we,
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to old Maui.
Ch: Rolling down to old Maui, my boys,
Rolling down to old Maui,
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground,
Rolling down to old Maui.
We will heave our lead where old Diamond Head
Looms up on old Oahu,
Our masts and rigging are covered with ice,
Our decks are filled with snow.
The hoary head of the Sea Gull Isles
That decks the Arctic Sea,
Are many and many leagues astern
Since we steered for old Maui.
O welcome the seas and the fragrant breeze
Laden with odors rare,
And the pretty maids in the sunny glades
Who are gentle, kind and fair,
And their pretty eyes, even now look out,
Hoping some day to see
Our snow-white sails before the gales
Rolling down to old Maui.
Once more we sail with a favoring gale
Toward our distant home,
Our mainmast sprung, we're almost done,
Still we ride the ocean's foam.
Our stun'sail booms are carried away,
What care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us,
Hurrah! We're homeward bound.
