“Rolling down to Old Maui, rolling down to Old Maui,” they sang.
“We’re homeward bound from the Arctic ground, rolling down to Old Maui.”The centuries-old harmonies overlapped, swelling to the corners of the original ceiling.
Dozens of patrons stomped on the uneven wooden floorboards as they sang, sloshing Guinness over the rims of their pint glasses.
“It just gets the cobwebs out of your soul,” said Kitsie Reeves, 68, a former flight attendant who has loved sea music for decades.
“It’s like a porthole into the past.”
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