Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Blarney Lads
The Blarney Lads
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trad./Arr. Cree/Sands
Trad./Arr. Cree/Sands
Songwriter
Nicholas Sands
Nicholas Sands
Arranger
Robin Cree
Robin Cree
Arranger

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
[Verse 2]
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour's sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town
[Verse 3]
Till a sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by a black velvet band
[Verse 4]
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
[Verse 5]
As I was walkin' down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
Well, who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Come a-traipsing along the highway
[Verse 6]
She was both fair and handsome
Her neck, it was just like a swan's
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
[Verse 7]
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
A gold watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right into me hand
And the very next thing that I knew was
I'd landed in Van Dieman's land
[Verse 10]
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
[Verse 11]
Before the judge and the jury
Next morning I had to appear
And the judge, he says to me, "Young man
Your case, it is proven quite clear"
[Verse 12]
We'll give you seven years penal servitude
To be spent far away from the land
Far away from your friends and relations
Access to the black velvet band
[Verse 13]
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
[Verse 14]
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Written by: Trad./Arr. Cree/Sands
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