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Black Velvet Band
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In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed to trade I was bound
And many an hour`s sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town
When a sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow a Black Velvet Band
CHORUS
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the Queen of the land
Her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a Black Velvet Band
As I went a walking down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Come traipsing along the highway
She was both fair and handsome
Her neck it was just like a swan
and her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a Black Velvet Band
I took me a stroll with this pretty fair mad
A Gentleman passing us by
Well I knew that she meant for the doing of him
By the look in her rogueish black eye
A gold watch she took from his pocket
And she slipped it right into me hand
And the very first thing that I said to her