ROLLING DOWN TO OLD MAUI (2)



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



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



Oh 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's'ls booms are carried away

What care we for that sound

A living gale is after us

Hurrah, we're homeward bound





From Colcord-Songs of American Sailormen. No tune provided.

See also MOHEE3, MAUI (NOTE: These three versions seem to have

been folk-processed from a common source. Anybody know what? RG

@sailor

filename[ MAUI2

play.exe MAUI1

RG

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