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Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast,
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apprentice to trade I was bound,
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many an hour sweet happiness
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have I spent in that neat little town.
A sad misfortune came over me,
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which caused me to stray from the land.
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far away from my friends and relations,
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betrayed by the black velvet band.
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Her eyes they shone like diamonds,
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I thought her the queen of the land,
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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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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,
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come a traipsing along the high way.
She was both fair and handsome,
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her neck it was just like a swan's.
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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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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.
A gold watch she took from his pocket,
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and placed it right into my hand,
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And the very first thing that I said was:
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'Bad cess to the black velvet band'.
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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.
We'll give you seven years penal servitude,
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to be spent far away from the land,
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far away from your friends and companions,
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betrayed by the black velvet band'.
