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