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de The Irish Rovers

Her eyes they shown like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair fell over her shoulder 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 sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
Till 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 shown like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair fell over her shoulder tied up with a black velvet band

Well I went out strolling one evening
Not meanin' to go very far when I met with a fickle young damsel
She was sellin' her trade in the bar
When I watched she took from a customer
She 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 shown like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair fell over her shoulder tied up with a black velvet band

Next morning before judge and jury for trial
I had to appear and the judge he says me
Young fellow the case against you is quite clear
And sever 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 shown like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair fell over her shoulder tied up with a black velvet band

So come all ye jolly young fellows
I'll have you take warnin' by me
And when ever your out on the liquor me lads
Beware of the pretty colleens for they'll fill you with whisky
And porter till 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 shown like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair fell over her shoulder tied up with a black velvet band

Her eyes they shown like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair fell over her shoulder tied up with a black velvet band

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