Henrik Norbeck's ABC Tunes

Display tune: Black Velvet Band

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X:12
T:Black Velvet Band
R:song
Z:id:hn-song-12
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=180
K:F
cc | c3 c c2 | A2 B2 c2 | B2 A4- | A4 G2 | F2 G2 A2 | F2 E2 D2 | C6- | C4
(cB) | A2 A2 A2 | C2 D2 E2 | F4 G2 | A4 AA | G2 A2 B2 | E2 F2 G2 | F6- | F4 :|
c2 | c4 c2 | (A2 B2) c2 | B2 A4- | A4 G2 | F2 G2 A2 | F2 E2 D2 | C6- | C4
cB | A2 A2 A2 | C2 D2 E2 | (F4 G2) | A4 A2 | G2 A2 B2 | E2 F2 G2 | F6- | F4 ||
W:In the neat little town they call Belfast
W:apprenticed to trade I was bound,
W:and many's the hour of sweet happiness
W:have I spent in that neat little town.
W:
W:'Til a sad misfortune came over me,
W:which caused me to stray from the land.
W:Far away from my friends and companions
W:betrayed by the black velvet band.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Her eyes they shone like diamonds
W:I thought her the queen of the land.
W:And her hair it hair hung over her shoulder
W:tied up with a black velvet band.
W:
W:I took a stroll down Broadway
W:Not intending to stay very long,
W:When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
W:as she came a-prancing along.
W:
W:She was both fair and handsome
W:Her neck it was just like a swan
W:And her hair it hung over her shoulder
W:tied up with a black velvet band
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
W:and a gentleman passing us by,
W:I knew she meant the doing of him
W:by the look in her roguish black eye.
W:
W:A gold watch she took from his pocket
W:And placed it right into my hand
W:And the very next thing that I said was
W:"What's this?" to the black velvet band.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Before the Judge and the Jury
W:next morning I had to appear
W:And the judge he says to me
W:"Young man, your case it is proven clear."
W:
W:"I'll give you seven years penal servitude
W:To be spent far away from the land.
W:Far away from your friends and companions."
W:Betrayed by the black velvet band.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:So come all you jolly young fellows
W:A warning take by me
W:when you are out on the town, my lads,
W:beware of the pretty colleens.
W:
W:They'll feed you to strong drink, my lads,
W:'til you are unable to stand
W:And the very next thing that you'll know is
W:You've landed in Van Diemen's Land.
W:
W:Chorus


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