With a basket on her head
If she had met 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 gave her a silken sash of blue,
Because I knew that she would do
To pass away the time in Venezuela
To pass away the time in Venezuela
And when the wind was out to sea,
And she was taking leave of me,
I said, Cheer up, there'll always be
Sailors ashore with leave
To pass away the time in Venezuela.
but the thought of her smile
The thought of her beautiful smile
Will haunt me and taunt me for many a mile
For she was my gal, and she helped the wild
To pass away the time in Venezuela,
To pass away the time in Venezuela.