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Black Velvet Band
Chorus:
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
In a neat little town they call Belfast,
apprentice to trade I was bound
and many an hours o'sweet happiness,
have I spent in that neat little town
till bad misfortune came over me,
which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations,
they follow the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
you'd think she was the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Well when I went a strolling one evening,
not meaning to go very far
When I met with this pretty who should but
fair maid comes a tripping along
the highway
She was both fair and handsome,
her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder,
tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid,
and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him,
by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket
and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said
was bad luck to the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury,
next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me:
"Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years
penal servitude, to be spent faraway
from the land
Far away from your friends and companions,
betrayed by the black velvet band"
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows
a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads,
beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink,
"Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know
is you've landed in Van Diemens Land
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
you'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
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