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In a neat little town they called Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And many a pleasant hour I spent in that sweet little town Til A sad misfortune came over me That caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and relations Befall the black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds You'd swear she was queen of the land And her hair, hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band As I went walking down broadway Meaning not long for to stay But who should I meet but this pretty young maid Come tripping along the highway She was both fair and handsome Her neck, it was just like a swan And her hair, hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds You'd swear she was queen of the land And her hair, hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid And a gentleman passing us by I knew she meant the doing of him By the look in her roguish dark eye A gold watch she took out of his pocket And placed it right into my hand And the very first thing that I said, was Bad luck to your black velvet band Her eyes they shown like diamonds You'd swear she was queen of the land And her hair, hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band Before judge and jury Next morning, the both of us did appear And the gentlemen claiming his jewelery, The case against us was clear: All seven long years transportation, Right on down to bandyman's land Far away from your friends and relations Betrayed by the black velvet band" Her eyes they shown like diamonds You'd swear she was queen of the land And her hair, hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band
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