I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head
If she loved others she didn't say
But I knew she'd do, to pass away
Pass away the time in Venezuela
Pass away the time in Venezuela
I gave her a silken 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
To 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
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