G

Her eyes they shone like diamonds

	C	D
I thought her the	queen of the	land

	G	Am
And her	hair it hung over her	shoulders

	Em	D	G
Tied	up with a	black velvet	band

I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay

When who should I meet but this pretty 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

I thought her the queen of the land

And her hair it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band

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