Black Velvet Band (Play chorus after each verse)

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In a neat little town they call Belfast apprenticed to trade I was bound
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And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town
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Till bad misfortune came over me and caused me to stray from the land
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Far away from me friends and relations me followed the Black Velvet Band

CHORUS:

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Her eyes they shown like the diamonds
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You'd think she was queen of the land
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And her hair hung over her shoulder
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Tied up with a Black Velvet Band



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Well I went out strolling one evening not meaning to go very far
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When I met with a fickle-some damsel she was plying her trade in a bar
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When a watch she took from a cutomer and slipped it right into me hand
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And the law it came and arrested me bad luck to your Black Velvet Band

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This mornin' before judge and jury a trial I had to appear
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And the judge he says "me young fellow" the case against you is quite clear
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And seven long years is your sentence you're going to Van Daemons Land
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Far away from your friends and relations and follow the Black Velvet Band

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So come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take warnin' from me
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Whenever you're into the liquor me lads beware of the pretty colleen
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For they'll fill you with whiskey and porter till you are not able to stand
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And the very next thing that you know me lads you've landed in Van Daemon's Land