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Celtic Thunder

Black Velvet Band

 

Black Velvet Band


In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town

Till a sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from this land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band

I took a stroll with that pretty fair maid
When a gentleman passes me by
I knew that she had the doing in him
By that look in her rovish black eye

A gold watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right into my hand
The very next thing I said was
Bad luck to the black velvet band

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

Before the judge and the jury
Next morning I had to appear
The judge he said to me
Young lad, your case it is proven clear

We'll give you seven years penal servitude
And take you away from this land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

So come all ye jolly young fellas
Who warning, take by me
When you are out in the town, me lads
Be aware of them pretty colleens

For they'll feed you with strong drink me lads
Till you are unable to stand
And the very next thing you know is that
You've landed in Van Diemen's land

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

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