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Black Velvet Band- The Dubliners **

[Verse 1]
 
     C                                          F                     G
In a neat little town they call Belfast, Appren--ticed to trade I was bound
    C                         Am         F             G           C
And many an hour of sweet hap--piness, I spent in that neat little town
     C                                  F                           G
Till sad misfortune came over me, Which caused me to stray from the land
      C                           Am        F               G           C
Far a--way from me friends and re--lations, Betrayed by the Black Velvet Band
 
 
[Chorus]
 
    C                                    F                            G
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
        C                     Am             F           G            C
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, Tied up with the Black Velvet Band
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
  C                                                 F                    G
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, And the gentleman passing us by
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I knew the meant she the doing of him,  By the look of her rog--uish black--eye
       C                                        F                       G
A gold--watch she took from his pocket, And she placed it right into me hand
        C                 Am            F           G            C
And the very first that I said was, Bad Cess to the black velvet band
 
 
[Chorus]
 
    C                                    F                            G
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
        C                     Am             F           G            C
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, Tied up with the Black Velvet Band
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
       C                              F                G
Now be--fore a judge and a jury, Next morning I had to appear
       C               Am             F            G      C
Oh the judge he said to me Young man, Your case is proven clear 
      C                                                   F                       G
You'll be given seven years of penal servitude, You'll be sentenced to a far away land.
      C                             Am           F              G            C
Far a--way from your friends and re--lations, Be--trayed by the Black Velvet Band
 
 
[Chorus]
 
    C                                    F                            G
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
        C                     Am             F           G            C
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, Tied up with the Black Velvet Band

[Verse 4]
 
        C                                 F                     G
So come all ye jolly young fellows, And a warning you take from me
             C                  Am                 F            G          C
When you are out on the town to drink me boy's, Be--ware of the pretty col--leens
    C                                                  F                      G
For they'll feed you with strong drinks "Me Lads", unt--ill you are unable to stand
        C                        Am              F         G            C
And the very next thing that you know is, You've landed in Van Diemen's Land
 
[Chorus]
 
    C                                    F                            G
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
        C                     Am             F           G            C
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, Tied up with the Black Velvet Band

[Slowing down]
 
        C                     Am             F           G            C
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, Tied up with the Black Velvet Band

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