The Black Velvet Band
A good old Irish ditty that is very popular...

          G                                                                                                  D
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,  I followed the Black Velvet Band

Chorus:
                G
Oh, 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                                                                             D
This mornin' before judge and jury a trial I had to appear
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The judge he says "Me young fellow, the case against you is quite clear,
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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 to follow the 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
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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
 
 

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