E A B7 In the neat little town the call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound E A B7 E Many's an hours sweet happiness have spent in that neat little town E A B7 A sad misfortune came over me that caused me to stray from the land E A B7 E Far away from my friends and relations betrayed by the black velvet band
E Her eyes they shone like diamonds A B7 I thought her the queen of the land E And her hair it hung over her shoulder A B7 E Tied up with a black velvet band
E A B7 I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay E A B7 E When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway E A B7 She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans E A B7 E And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
E Her eyes they shone like diamonds A B7 I thought her the queen of the land E And her hair it hung over her shoulder A B7 E Tied up with a black velvet band
E A B7 I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by E A B7 E Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye E A B7 A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand E A B7 E And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band E Her eyes they shone like diamonds A B7 I thought her the queen of the land E And her hair it hung over her shoulder A B7 E Tied up with a black velvet band
E A B7 Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear E A B7 E The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear E A B7 We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land E A B7 E Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"
E Her eyes they shone like diamonds A B7 I thought her the queen of the land E And her hair it hung over her shoulder A B7 E Tied up with a black velvet band
E A B7 So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me E A B7 E When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens E A B7 For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand E A B7 E And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land
E Her eyes they shone like diamonds A B7 I thought her the queen of the land E And her hair it hung over her shoulder A B7 E Tied up with a black velvet band