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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