"Old Maui" tailored to Mizahar, courtesy of Pandaemus! Thank you!
It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we sailor men undergo,
And we won't give a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow,
'cause we're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, with a good ship taught and free,
And we won't give a damn, when we drink our rum, with the girls of Ahnatep.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Once more we sail with the southerly gales through the ice and wind and rain,
Them sandy coasts, them tropical lands, we soon shall see again;
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold, cruel Suvan sea,
But now we're bound, from Taldera, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Once more we sail with the Southerly gales, towards our desert home,
Our mainmast sprung, our trading done, and we ain't got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank the Gods we're homeward bound.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, rolling down to Ahnatep.
How soft the breeze through the city streets, now the ice is far astern,
Them copp'ry maids, them sandy glades, is awaiting our return;
Even now, their big brown eyes, look out hopin' some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground,
Rollin' down
to Ahnatep.
It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we sailor men undergo,
And we won't give a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow,
'cause we're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, with a good ship taught and free,
And we won't give a damn, when we drink our rum, with the girls of Ahnatep.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Once more we sail with the southerly gales through the ice and wind and rain,
Them sandy coasts, them tropical lands, we soon shall see again;
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold, cruel Suvan sea,
But now we're bound, from Taldera, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Once more we sail with the Southerly gales, towards our desert home,
Our mainmast sprung, our trading done, and we ain't got far to roam;
Our stuns'l's bones is carried away, what care we for that sound,
A living gale is after us, thank the Gods we're homeward bound.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground, rolling down to Ahnatep.
How soft the breeze through the city streets, now the ice is far astern,
Them copp'ry maids, them sandy glades, is awaiting our return;
Even now, their big brown eyes, look out hopin' some fine day to see,
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to Ahnatep.
Rollin' down to Ahnatep, me boys, rolling down to Ahnatep,
We're homeward bound, from Taldera ground,
Rollin' down
to Ahnatep.