Black Velvet Band

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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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 Till sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
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 Far away from me friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band

       F                   F           F                             C  Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land           F                    Dm             Bb         C            F  And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band

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 I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
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 I knew she meant the undoing of me, by the look in her roguish black eye
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 A gold watch she took from his pocket, and she placed it right into me hand
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 And the very first thing that I thought was, bad luck to the black velvet band

       F                   F           F                             C  Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land           F                    Dm             Bb         C            F  And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band

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 Now before a judge and a jury, next morning I had to appear
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 Oh the judge he said to me "Young man, your case is proven clear 
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 We'll give you seven years' penal servitude, to be spent far away from the land.
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 Far away from your friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band

       F                   F           F                             C  Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land           F                    Dm             Bb         C            F  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 Land

       F                   F           F                             C  Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land           F                    Dm             Bb         C            F  And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band

       F                   F           F                             C  Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land           F                    Dm             Bb         C            F  And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band