| It was in the town of Tralee, an apprentice to trade I was bound
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| We had plenty of happy amusement to make the long evenings go 'round
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| 'Till misfortune and ruin came o’er me, which caused me to leave from the land
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| Far away from my friends and companions to follow the black velvet band
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| And her eyes they shone like the diamonds, you’d think she was queen of the land
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| With her hair hanging over her shoulder, tied up with a black
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| Velvet band
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| As I dandered along on the highway, not intending to stay very long
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| I met with a sweet little damsel and she coming tripping along
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| A watch she pulled out of her pocket and slipped it right into my hand
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| On the very first day that I met her, bad luck to the black velvet band
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| Before judge and jury next morning, the both of us we did appear
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| And the gentleman swore to the jewelry, the case against us, it was clear
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| For seven long years transportation, I was hunted to Van Dieman’s land
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| Far away from my friends and relations to follow the black velvet band
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| Now, come all you sporting young fellows, a warning be taking from me
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| And beware of the sweet little damsels that are hanging around in Tralee
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| They’d treat you to whiskey and porter until you’re not able to stand
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| And before you have time to get sober, you’re landed in Van Dieman’s land |