Intro: C
Verse
G
In a neat little town they call Belfast
D
Apprenticed to trade I was bound
G Em
For many an hour's sweet happiness
Am D C
Have I spent in that neat little town
Verse
G
But a sad misfortune came over me
D
Which caused me to stray from the land
G Em
Far away from my friends and relations
Am D C
Betrayed by the black velvet band
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
D
I thought her the queen of the land
G Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am D G
Tied up with a black velvet band
Verse
G
I took a stroll down Broadway
D
Oh, meaning not long for to stay
G Em
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Am D C
Come a'traipsing along the highway
Verse
G
She was both fair and handsome
D
Her neck it was just like a swan's
G Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am D G
Tied up with a black velvet band
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
D
I thought her the queen of the land
G Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am D C
Tied up with a black velvet band
Instrumental
C Em Am D
Verse
G
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
D
And a gentleman passing us by
G Em
Oh, I knew that she meant the undoing of him
Am D C
By the look in her roguish black eye
Verse
G
A gold watch she took from his pocket
D
And slipped it right into my hand
G Em
And the very first thing that I said was
Am D C
"A curse to the black velvet band"
G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
D
I thought her the queen of the land
G Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Am D G
Tied up with a black velvet band
Verse
G
Seven long years penal servitude
D
To be spent down in Van Diemen's Land
G Em
Far away from my friends and relations
Am D C
Betrayed by the black velvet band
A
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
E
I thought her the queen of the land
A F#m
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Bm E A
Tied up with a black velvet band
A
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
E
I thought her the queen of the land
A F#m
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Bm E A
Tied up with a black velvet band