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 the time in Venezuela

Pass away the time in Venezuela



I gave her a silin' sash of blue

A silkin' sash of blue

Because I thought that she would do with all the tricks, I knew she knew

To pass away the time in Venezuela



And when the wind was out to sea, the wind was out to sea

And she was taking leave of me

I said sheer up there'll always be

Sailors on shore on leave in Venezuela