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• Artiste: Gaelic Storm
• Titre: Down To Old Maui
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Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui Well, it's a damn, tough life Full of toil and strife We whalermen undergo And we don't give a damn When the rain has stopped How hard the wind does blow We're homeward bound From the Arctic ground On a good ship, taut and free And we don't give a damn When we drink our rum With the girls of Old Maui Once more, we sail With a northerly gale Through the ice and sleet and rain And the coconut fronds And the tropic lands We soon shall see again Six hellish months We passed away In the cold Kamchatka sea And now we're 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 We'll heave the lead Where old Diamondhead Looms up on old Oahu And our mast and yards Are sheathed with ice The deck is hid from view The horrid tile Of the sea-caked isles Oh, the deck's a raging sea Are miles behind From the frozen winds 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 How soft the breeze Off the tropic seas Now the ice is far astern And them native maids In the foreign glades Are awaiting our return Even now Their big, black eyes look out Hoping some find day to see Our baggy sails Running before the gale As we sail to Old Maui And now we've anchored In the bay With Kanakas all around With chants And soft aloha-ays They greet us, homeward bound And now ashore We'll have good fun We'll paint them beaches red We'll wake in the arms Of a Wahine With a big, fat, aching head 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 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