G
Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast,
C
D7
apprentice to trade I was bound
G
Em
and many an hours sweet happiness,
Am
D7
G
have I spent in that neat little town
G
C
G
A sad misfortune came over me,
C
D7
which caused me to stray from the land
G
Em
Far away from my friends and relations,
Am
D7
G
betrayed by the black velvet band
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
C
D7
I thought her the queen of the land
G
Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am
D7
G
Tied up with a black velvet band
G
I took a stroll down Broadway,
C
D7
meaning not long for to stay
G
Em
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Am
D7
G
comes a tripping along the highway
G
She was both fair and handsome,
C
D7
her neck it was just like a swans
G
Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder,
Am
D7
G
tied up with a black velvet band
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
C
D7
I thought her the queen of the land
G
Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am
D7
G
Tied up with a black velvet band
G
C
G
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid,
C
D7
and a gentleman passing us by
G
Em
Well I knew she meant the doing of him,
Am
D7
G
by the look in her roguish black eye
G
A gold watch she took from his pocket
C
D7
and placed it right in to my hand
G
Em
And the very first thing that I knew was
Am
D7
G
I’d landed in Van Diemens Land
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
C
D7
I thought her the queen of the land
G
Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am
D7
G
Tied up with a black velvet band
G
Before the judge and the jury,
C
D7
next morning I had to appear
G
Em
The judge he says to me: “Young man,
Am
D7
G
your case it is proven clear”
G
C
G
We’ll give you seven years penal servitude,
C
D7
to be spent faraway from the land
G
Em
Far away from your friends and relations,
Am
D7
G
betrayed by the black velvet band”
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
C
D7
I thought her the queen of the land
G
Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am
D7
G
Tied up with a black velvet band
G
So come all you jolly young fellows
C
D7
a warning take by me
G
Em
When you are out on the town me lads,
Am
D7
G
beware of them pretty colleens
G
C
G
For they feed you with strong drink, “Oh yeah”,
C
D7
’til you are unable to stand
G
Em
And the very next thing that you’ll know is
Am
D7
G
you’ve landed in Van Diemens Land
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
C
D7
I thought her the queen of the land
G
Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am
D7
G
Tied up with a black velvet band
Am
Em
G
C
D7
