Black Velvet Band chords by Irish Folk

Black Velvet Band chords
Irish Folk

   G                               D
In a neat little town they call Belfast apprenticed to trade I was bound
  G           Em     C       D      G
And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town
   G                              D
Till bad misfortune came over me and caused me to stray from the land
   G             Em     C      D      G
Far away from me friends and relations me followed the Black Velvet Band

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

   G                            D
Well I went out strolling one evening not meaning to go very far
    G           Em       C     D     G
When I met with a fickle-some damsel she was plying her trade in a bar
    G                              D
When a watch she took from a customer and slipped it right into me hand
    G        Em       C      D      G
And the law it came and arrested me bad luck to your Black Velvet Band

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

   G                        D
This mornin' before judge and jury a trial I had to appear
    G            Em     C      D      G
And the judge he says "me young fellow" the case against you is quite clear
  G                               D
And seven long years is your sentence you're going to Van Daemons Land
   G              Em     C     D      G
Far away from your friends and relations and follow the Black Velvet Band

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

  G                                D
So come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take warnin' from me
  G          Em        C      D     G
Whenever you're into the liquor me lads beware of the pretty colleen
      G                             D
For they'll fill you with whiskey and porter till you are not able to stand
    G            Em         C     D      G
And the very next thing that you know me lads you've landed in Van Daemon's Land

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

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