VENEZUELA (John Jacob Niles) 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 tp 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. @sailor @parting filename[ VENZUELA GR ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===