{t:Black Velvet Band}
{artist:Trad.}

In a [D]neat little town they call [G]Belf[D]ast
Appr[D]enticed to trade I was [A]bound
And [D]many an hour’s sweet [Bm]happiness
I [Em]spent in that neat [A7]little [D]town
Till a [D]sad misfortune came [G]over [D]me
And [D]caused me to stray from the [A]land
Far aw[D]ay from me friends and re[Bm]lations
Be[Em]trayed by the [A7]black velvet [D]band.


{soc}
Her [D]eyes they shone like [G]diam[D]onds
I [D]thought she was queen of the [A]land
And her [D]hair it hung over her [Bm]shoulder
Tied [Em]up with a [A7]black velvet [D]band.
{eoc}


As [D]I went strolling one [G]even[D]ing
Not [D]meaning to go very [A]far
I [D]spied a pretty young [Bm]damsel
Pa[Em]rading her [A7]wares in the [D]bar
A [D]watch she took from a [G]custom[D]er
And [D]slipped it right into m[A]y hand
Then the [D]law came and put me in [Bm]prison
Bad [Em]luck to her [A7]black velvet [D]band


{soc}
Her [D]eyes they shone like [G]diam[D]onds
I [D]thought she was queen of the [A]land
And her [D]hair it hung over her [Bm]shoulder
Tied [Em]up with a [A7]black velvet [D]band.
{eoc}


Be[D]fore the judge and the [G]jur[D]y
Next [D]morning I had to app[A]ear.
And the [D]judge said “Me fine young [Bm]fellow
The [Em]case against [A7]you is quite [D]clear,
For [D]seven long years is your [G]sent[D]ence,
You're [D]going to Van Diemen's [A]Land,
Aw[D]ay from your friends and re[Bm]lations,
To [Em]follow the [A7]black velvet [D]band”


{soc}
Her [D]eyes they shone like [G]diam[D]onds
I [D]thought she was queen of the [A]land
And her [D]hair it hung over her [Bm]shoulder
Tied [Em]up with a [A7]black velvet [D]band.
{eoc}


So [D]come all you jolly young [G]fell[D]ows
A [D]warning you will take from [A]me
When [D]you are out on the [Bm]town me lads
Be[Em]ware of the [A7]pretty coll[D]een
She’ll [D]fill you with whiskey and [G]port[D]er
Unt[D]il you’re unable to [A]stand
And the [D]very next thing that you [Bm]know me lads
You’ve [Em]landed in [A7]Van Diemens [D]Land.


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Her [D]eyes they shone like [G]diam[D]onds
I [D]thought she was queen of the [A]land
And her [D]hair it hung over her [Bm]shoulder
Tied [Em]up with a [A7]black velvet [D]band.

Her [D]eyes they shone like [G]diam[D]onds
I [D]thought she was queen of the [A]land
And her [D]hair it hung over her [Bm]shoulder
Tied [Em]up with a [A7]black velvet [D]band.
{eoc}