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| In a | neat little town they call Belfast, apprenticed to trade I was | bound |
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| And | many’s the hour of sweet | happiness, I | spent in that | neat little | town |
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| A | sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the | land |
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| Far | away from me friends and rel | ations, betr | ayed by the | black velvet | band |
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| Her | eyes they shone like diamonds, I | thought her the queen of the | land |
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| 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 |
| I knew she meant the undoing of me, by the look in her roguish black eye |
| A gold watch she took from his pocket, and she placed it right into me hand |
| And the very first thing that I thought 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 |
| Now before a judge and a jury, next morning I had to appear |
| Oh the judge he said to me "Young man, your case is proven clear |
| We’ll give you seven years’ penal servitude, to be spent far away from the land. |
| Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band |
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| Her | eyes they shone like | diamonds, I | thought her the queen of the | land |
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| And her | hair it hung over her | shoulder, tied | up with a | black velvet | band |
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| So | come all ye jolly young | fellows, and a | warning take by | me |
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| For | when you are out on the | town me lads, | beware of them | pretty | colleens |
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| For they’ll | feed you with strong | ale "More Yeah", until | you are unable to | stand |
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| And the | very next thing that you | know me lads, is you’ve | landed in | Van Diemen’s |
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| Land |
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| Her | eyes they shone like | diamonds, I | thought her the queen of the | land |
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| And her | hair it hung over her | shoulder, tied | up with a | black velvet | band |
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| Her | eyes they shone like | diamonds, I | thought her the queen of the | land |
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| And her | hair it hung over her | shoulder, tied | up with a | black velvet | band |