Running Down to Cuba The origins of this shanty are not clear. Stan Hugill wrote that it was a shanty for doing nothing at all, because it was often sung by a disgruntled crew who would stomp their feet on deck in protest after singing the chorus lines when they felt they were being made to do unnecessary work. Music by - Nils Brown, Sean Dagher, David Gossage and Michiel Schrey Lyrics 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! 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 gal can dance Fandango, Weigh, me boys, to Cuba! Round as a melon and sweet as a mango, Running down to Cuba. Weigh, me boys, to Cuba! Running down to Cuba Load this sugar and home-ward go, Weigh, me boys, to Cuba! Mister mate, he told me so, Running down to Cuba. Weigh, me boys, to Cuba! Running down to Cuba MAIN MENU / NEXT SONG 
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