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I met her in Venezuela
With a basket on her head
If she loved others she did not say
But I knew she'd do to pass away
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela!

I bought her a beautiful sash, a sash of blue
A beautiful sash of blue
Because I knew that she would do
With all the tricks I knew she new
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela!

An when the ship, the ship put out to sea
The ship put out to see
And 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 lingo 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
For she was my girl and she did for a while
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela!

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