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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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