Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Irish Rovers
The Irish Rovers
Performer
Will Millar
Will Millar
Tin Whistle
George Millar
George Millar
Vocals
Jim Ferguson
Jim Ferguson
Vocals
Joe Millar
Joe Millar
Harmonica
Wilcil McDowell
Wilcil McDowell
Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Millar
Will Millar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charles "Bud" Dant
Charles "Bud" Dant
Producer

Lyrics

Her eyes, they shun like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band In a neat little town they called Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town 'Til bad misfortune came o'er me That caused me to stray from the land Far away from me, friends and relations Did follow the black velvet band Her eyes, they shun like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band Well, I went out strolling one evening Not meaning to go very far When I met with a fickle, some damsel She was sellin' her trade in the bar When I watched, she took from a customer And slipped it right into my hand Then the law came and put me in prison Bad luck to her black velvet band Her eyes, they shun like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band Next morning before judge and jury For trial, I had to appear Then the judge he says to me, "Young fellow The case against you is quite clear" And seven long years is your sentence You're goin' to Vandyman's land Far away from your friends and relations Did follow the black velvet band Her eyes, they shun like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band So come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take warning by me And when ever you're out on the liquor, me lads Beware of the pretty colleens For they'll fill you with whisky and porter 'Til you are not able to stand And the very next thing that you know, me lads You've landed in Vandyman's land Her eyes, they shun like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair fell over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band Her eyes, they shun like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land Her hair fell over her shoulders Tied up with a black velvet band
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