| Lyrics: | 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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