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