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Black Velvet Band Lyrics

In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hours sweet happiness
I've spent in that neat little town
Till bad misfortune came over me
That caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
You think she was queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

When I went out strolling one evening,
Not intending to go very far
Well I met with this girl called Jermanima
She was selling her trade in the bar

A watch she tooked from a customer
And slippted right into my hand
Then the law they came and arrested me
Bad luck to her Black Velvet Band

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
You think she was queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
The judge and the jury, next morning
A trial I had to appear
Then the judge he says me "Young fellow,
the case against you is quite clear

And seven long years is your sentence
You're going to Van Daemons Land
Far away from your friends and relations
And follow the Black Velvet Band"

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
You think she was queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all ye jolly young fellows
I'll have you take warnin' by me
And whenever you're out on the liquor me lads
Beware of the pretty colleen

For they'll feed you with whiskey and porter
till you are not able to stand
And the very next thing that you know me lads
You've landed in Van Daemon's Land

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
You think she was queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Her eyes they shown like diamonds
You 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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