Running Down To Cuba

(heard from John Townley, 1987)



To Cuba's coast we are bound, me boys,

'Way, me boys, for Cuba!

To Cuba's coast, now don't you make a noise,

And we're running down to Cuba.



The captain he will trim the sails

Winging the water over the rails.



Oh my God! How the wind do blow

Running south from the ice and the snow.



Give me a gal who can dance the 'dango

Round as a melon and sweet as a mango.



To Cuba's coast we are bound away

To Cuba's coast at the breaking of the day.



(I've got a gal about nine feet tall etc. etc._)

@sailor

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