The Black Velvet Band

D# Her eyes they shone like the diamonds A# You'd think she was queen of the land D# Cm And her hair hung over her shoulder Fm A# D# Tied up with a black velvet band D# In a neat little town they call Belfast A# Apprenticed to trade I was bound D# Cm And many an hour's sweet happiness Fm A# D# I spent in that neat little town D# Till bad misfortune came o'er me A# That caused me to stray from the land D# Cm Far away from my friends and relations Fm A# D# To follow the black velvet band D# Her eyes they shone like the diamonds A# You'd think she was queen of the land D# Cm And her hair hung over her shoulder Fm A# D# Tied up with a black velvet band D# Well, I was out strolling one evening A# Not meaning to go very far D# Cm When I met with a pretty young damsel Fm A# D# Who was selling her trade in the bar D# When I watched, she took from a customer A# And slipped it right into my hand D# Cm Then the Watch came and put me in prison Fm A# D# Bad luck to the black velvet band D# Her eyes they shone like the diamonds A# You'd think she was queen of the land D# Cm And her hair hung over her shoulder Fm A# D# Tied up with a black velvet band D# Next morning before judge and jury A# For a trial I had to appear D# Cm And the judge, he said, "You young fellows... Fm A# D# The case against you is quite clear D# And seven long years is your sentence A# You're going to Van Dieman's Land D# Cm Far away from your friends and relations Fm A# D# To follow the black velvet band." D# Her eyes they shone like the diamonds A# You'd think she was queen of the land D# Cm And her hair hung over her shoulder Fm A# D# Tied up with a black velvet band D# So come all you jolly young fellows A# I'd have you take warning by me D# Cm Whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads Fm A# D# Beware of the pretty colleen She'll fill you with whiskey and porter A# Until you're not able to stand D# Cm And the very next thing that you'll know, me lads Fm A# D# You're landed in Van Dieman's Land D# Her eyes they shone like the diamonds A# You'd think she was queen of the land D# Cm And her hair hung over her shoulder Fm A# D# Tied up with a black velvet band