Lyrics Running Down to Cuba - Fisherman's Friends

Running Down to Cuba

Running down to Cuba with a load of sugar
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Make her run you, lime juice squeezes
Running down to Cuba
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
O, I got a sister, she’s nine feet tall
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
Running down to Cuba
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
(Hey!)
Running down to Cuba
The captain he will trim the sails
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Winging the water over the rails
Running down to Cuba
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
Give me a girl can dance Fandango
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Round as a melon and sweet as a mango (Hey!)
Running down to Cuba
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba
Load this sugar and homeward go
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Mister mate, he told me so
Running down to Cuba (Hey!)
Weigh, me boys, to Cuba!
Running down to Cuba