C

[Verse]
     G
In a neat little town they call Belfast
                           D
Apprenticed to trade I was bound
    G                         Em
For many an hour's sweet happiness
       Am            D           C
Have I spent in that neat little town

[Verse]
      G
But a sad misfortune came over me
                                  D
Which caused me to stray from the land
     G                           Em
Far away from my friends and relations
  Am            D            C
Betrayed by the black velvet band

[Chorus]
    G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
                               D
I thought her the queen of the land
        G                     Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
     Am        D            G
Tied up with a black velvet band

[Verse]
  G
I took a stroll down Broadway
                            D
Oh, meaning not long for to stay
     G                                      Em
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
       Am         D            C
Come a'traipsing along the highway

[Verse]
    G
She was both fair and handsome
                            D
Her neck it was just like a swan's
        G                     Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
     Am        D            G
Tied up with a black velvet band

[Chorus]
    G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
                               D
I thought her the queen of the land
        G                     Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
     Am        D            C
Tied up with a black velvet band

[Instrumental]
C    Em  Am  D

[Verse]
  G
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
                           D
And a gentleman passing us by
      G                         Em
Oh, I knew that she meant the undoing of him
       Am          D             C
By the look in her roguish black eye

[Verse]
  G
A gold watch she took from his pocket
                             D
And slipped it right into my hand
        G                            Em
And the very first thing that I said was
   Am            D           C
"A curse to the black velvet band"

[Chorus]
    G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
                               D
I thought her the queen of the land
        G                     Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
     Am        D            G
Tied up with a black velvet band

[Verse]
G
Seven long years penal servitude
                                 D
To be spent down in Van Diemen's Land
     G                           Em
Far away from my friends and relations
  Am            D            C
Betrayed by the black velvet band

[Chorus]
    A
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
                               E
I thought her the queen of the land
        A                     F#m
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
     Bm        E            A
Tied up with a black velvet band

[Chorus]
    A
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
                               E
I thought her the queen of the land
        A                     F#m
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
     Bm        E            A
Tied up with a black velvet band