Charlie Ipcar
Richmond, Maine |
We're runnin' down to Cuba for a load of sugar,
'Way, me boys, for Cuba!
Sheet 'er home, you Downeast farmer,
Runnin' down to Cuba!
Chorus:
'Way, me boys, for Cuba!
Sheet 'er home, you Downeast farmer,
Runnin' down to Cuba!
We're runnin' down to Cuba with a press of sail...
Flingin' the water right over the rail...
We're runnin' down to Cuba, she's sailin' fine...
Loaded down with Georgia pine...
Now Santiago we'll see once more...
Spend all our money when we go ashore...
Then we'll drink rum an' we'll eat mango...
Find some pretty girls who dance Fandango...
Then we'll load 'er down with sugar an' rum...
Run 'er back North 'fore winter come...
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