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1. In a neat little town they call Belfast,
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   Apprenticed to trade I was bound
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   And many an hour of sweet happiness
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   I spent in that neat little town.
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   Till bad misfortune came over me 
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   And caused me to stray from the land
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   Far away from me friends and relations
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   Me followed the Black Velvet band

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   Her eyes they shown like the diamonds
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   You’d think she was queen of the land
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   And her hair hung over her shoulder
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   Tied up with a Black Velvet Band

2. Well I went out strolling one evening
   Not meaning to go very far
   When I met with a fickle-some damsel
   She was plying her trade in a bar
   When a watch she took form a customer
   And slipped it righ into me hand
   And the law it came and arrested me
   Bad luck to your Black Velvet Band

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3. This mornin’ before judge and jury
   A trial I had to appear
   And the judge says, “Me young fellow,
   The case against you is quite clear
   And seven long years is your sentence
   You’re going to Van Daemons Land.
   Far away from your friends and relations
   And follow the Black Velvet Band.”

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4. So come all ye jolly young fellows
   I’ll have you take warnin’ from me
   Whenever you’re into the liquor me lads
   Beware of the pretty colleen.
   For they’ll fill you with whiskey and porter
   Till you are not able to stand
   And the very next thing that you know me lads
   You’ve landed in Van Daemon’s Land.

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