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It’s a damn hard life,
full of toil and strife we whaler men forgo
And we don’t give a damn
when the gale is done, how hard the wind did blow
We’re homeward bound,
‘tis a grand old sound on the 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 the northerly gale
through the ice and sleet and rain
And soon the hills
of the tropic isles
we soon shall see again.
Five sluggish moons
have waxed and waned
on the old Kamchamka sea
And now we’re bound
from Arctic ground,
rolin’ down to old Maui.

Rollin’ down to old Maui, me boys
Rollin’ down to old Maui,
We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rollin’ down to old Maui

Our masts and yards
are sheathed with ice and our decks are hid from view
Our sails are full of the frozen wind
that endlessly there blew
The hoard tiles of the sea
cut ice that deck the Arctic sea
Are miles behind in the frozen wind
since we steered for old Maui

And now we sail
with a favorly gale
toward our island home
Our mail mast sprung,
our whaling done
and we ain’t got far to roam
Our stunsal booms are cared away,
what care we for that sound
A living gale with after us,
thank God we’re homeward bound.

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from By the River Bending, released March 20, 2011
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The Peacocks Calgary, Alberta

The Peacocks are an unique blend of sparkling Celtic harp and warm vocals highlighted by beautiful flute descants. The Peacocks are made up by two sisters Talitha Peacock (harp) and Rachel Peacock (harp/flute) joined by Travis Friesen (vocals/guitar).

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