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The Black Velvet Band - The Irish Rovers
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The Black Velvet Band The Irish Rovers

The Black Velvet Band - The Irish Rovers
[Chorus]
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

[Verse 1]
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
'Til bad misfortune came o'er me
And caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
They follow the black velvet band

[Chorus]
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

[Verse 2]
Well I went out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a ficklesome damsel
She was sellin' her trade in the bar
When a watch she took from a customer
And slipped it right into my hand
Then the law came and put me in prison
Bad luck to her black velvet band
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