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Runnin’ down to Cuba

Runnin’ down to Cuba with a load of sugar
 Ch. ‘Way me boys to Cuba
Make her run you lime juice squeezers
 Ch. Runnin’ down to Cuba

Grand Chorus:
‘Way me boys to Cuba
Runnin’ down to Cuba
‘Way me boys to Cuba
Runnin’ down to Cuba

Load the sugar and homeward go
Mr. May he told me so

Runnin’ down to Cuba with a press of sail
Slingin’ the water all over the rail

Oh I got a sister she’s 9 feet tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall

I got a gal her name is Jane (guy/Wayne)
You can guess where she/he gives me a pain

Give me a gal can dance fandango
She’s eats like a melon and sweet as a mango
 



Hail, the heavenborn Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that men no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.
- Wesley, Charles (1707-1788), altered