Venezuela

I met her in Venezuela
 With a basket on her head
 And if she loved others she didn't say
 But I knew she do to pass away, pass away the time in Venezuela
 Pass away the time in Venezuela
 I gave her a silking sash of blue
 A beautiful sash of blue
 Because I knew that she could do with all the tricks, I knew she knew
 To pass away the time in Venezuela
 Pass away the time in Venezuela
 And when the wind was out to sea
 The wind was out to sea
 She was taking leave of me
 I said, "Cheer up, there'll always be
 Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela"
 Sailors ashore on leave in Venezuela
 Her linger was strange but the thought of her beautiful smile
 The thought of her beautiful smile
 Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile
 She was my girl and she did the while
 To pass away the time in Venezuela
 To pass away the time in Venezuela