72 - Running Down To Cuba

To Cuba’s coast we’re bound me boys
Way, me boys, for Cuba
To Cuba’s coast boys, don’t you make a noise
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba
Running down to Cuba

The Captain he will trim the sails
Way, me boys, for Cuba
Flinging the water out over the rails
Running down to Cuba.

Way, me boys, for Cuba
Running down to Cuba

Oh my lord! how the wind do blow
Running South from the ice and snow

Oh, I’ve got a gal who’s nine feet tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall

Give me a gal who can dance Fandango
I’ll woo her with melon, papaya and mango

To Cuba’s coast we are bound, away
To Cuba’s coast at the breaking of the day