Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Velvet Band, artist - Celtic Thunder. Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Song language: English
Black Velvet Band |
| In a neat little town they called Belfast |
| Apprentice to trade I was bound |
| And many an hour sweet happiness |
| Have I spent in that neat little town |
| As sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land |
| Far away from me friends and relations |
| Betrayed by the black velvet band |
| Her eyes they shown like diamonds |
| I thought her the queen of the land |
| And her hair, it hung over her shoulder |
| Tied up with a black velvet band |
| I took a stroll down broadway |
| Meaning not long for to stay |
| When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid |
| Come a-traipsing along the highway |
| She was both fair and handsome |
| Her neck, it was just like a swan |
| And her hair, it hung over her shoulder |
| Tied up with a black velvet band |
| Her eyes they shown like diamonds |
| I thought her the queen of the land |
| And her hair, it hung over her shoulder |
| Tied up with a black velvet band |
| I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid |
| And a gentleman passing us by Well, I knew she meant the doing of him |
| By the look in her roguish black eye |
| A gold watch she took from his pocket |
| And placed it right into my hand |
| And the very first thing that I said, was |
| Bad 'cess to the black velvet band |
| Her eyes they shown like diamonds |
| I thought her the queen of the land |
| And her hair, it hung over her shoulder |
| Tied up with a black velvet band |
| Before the judge and the jury |
| Next morning, I had to appear |
| The judge, he says to me: |
| «Young man, you’re case it is proven clear |
| We’ll give you seven years penal servitude |
| To be spent far away from the land |
| Far away from your friends and relations |
| Betrayed by the black velvet band» |
| Her eyes they shown like diamonds |
| I thought her the queen of the land |
| And her hair, it hung over her shoulder |
| Tied up with a black velvet band |
| So come all you jolly young fellows |
| A warning take by me When you are out on the town, me lads |
| Beware of the pretty colleens |
| They’ll feed you with strong drink, me lads |
| 'Till you are unable to stand |
| And the very first thing that you’ll know is You’ve landed in Van Diemens Land |
| Her eyes they shown like diamonds |
| Her neck, it was just like a swan |
| And her hair, it hung over her shoulder |
| Tied up with a black velvet band |