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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Black Velvet Band}[by=Traditional]
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\beginverse
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Well, in a \[Sol]neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was \[Ré]bound
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\[Sol]Many an hours sweet \[Mim]happiness, have I \[Do]spent in that \[Ré]neat little \[Sol]town
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A \[Sol]sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the \[Ré]land
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Far \[Sol]away from my friends and re\[Mim]lations, be\[Do]trayed by the \[Ré]black velvet \[Sol]band
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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Her \[Sol]eyes they shone like diamonds
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I thought her the queen of the \[Ré]land
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And her \[Sol]hair it hung over her sh\[Mim]oulder
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Tied \[Do]up with a \[Ré]black velvet \[Sol]band
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
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When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway
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She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans
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And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
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Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
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A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
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And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
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The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
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We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
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Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
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When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
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For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand
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And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land
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\endverse
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\endsong
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