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In a neat little town they call Belfast
An apprentice to trade I was bound
And it's many an hour's sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town
Till a sad misfortune came o'er me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band.
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Her eyes they shone like diamonds.
You'd think her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Well, I was out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a pretty young damsel
Who was selling her trade in the bar.
Well a watch she took from a customer
And slipped it right into my hand.
Then the law came and put me in prison,
Bad luck to the black velvet band.
Next morning before judge and jury
For a trial I had to appear
And the judge, he said, "Me young fellow,
The case against you is quite clear
And seven long years is your sentence.
You're going to Van Dieman's Land
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band."
So come all you jolly young fellows
I'd have you take warning by me
Whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads,
Beware of the pretty colleens.
They'll fill you with whiskey and porter
Til you're not able to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know, me lads,
You're landed in Van Dieman's Land.
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