Old Maui

It's a damned tough life, full of toil and strife

We pirates undergo.

And we don't give a damn when the gale has stopped

How hard the wind did blow.

We're homeward bound! 'Tis a grand old sound

On a good ship taut and free,

And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum

With the girls on old Maui.

Rolling down to old Maui, my boys,

Rolling down to old Maui.

We're bound for port with loot in store

Rolling home to old Maui.

Once more we sail with a northerly gale

Our Roger flying free.

And them coconut fronds in them tropic lands

We soon again shall see.

Six hellish months we've passed away

In our prowling of the sea,

And now we're bound for port once more,

Rolling down to old Maui.

We'll fill our holds with the Frenchmen's gold

Their wines and liquor too.

Our mast and yards can take the hits

their guns and cannon threw.

When our names they hear their filled with fear

All across the seven seas

But we'll think on that as we laugh and chat

With the girls of old Maui.

How soft the breeze of the tropic seas

Now the fight is far astern,

And them native maids in them island glades

Are awaiting our return.

Even now their big black eyes look out

Hoping some fine day to see

Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales

Rolling down to old Maui.

And now we sail with a favoring gale

Towards our island home.

Our mainmast sprung, our looting done,

And we ain't got far to roam.

Our stuns'l booms are carried away

What care we for that sound?

A living gale is after us,

Thank God we're homeward bound!

And now we're anchored in the bay

With our booty in our hands

The smell of swine and sweet French wine

They greet us back to land.

And now ashore we'll have good fun

We'll paint them beaches red

Awaking in the arms of a woman

With a big fat aching head.