Venezuela

I met her in Venezuela With a basket on her head And if she loved others she didnt say But I knew she do to pass away the time in Venezuela Pass away the time in Venezuela I gave her a 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 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 therell always be Sailors on shore on leave in Venezuela Her linger was changed 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 gal and she did the wale To pass a time in Venezuela