| In a neat little town they call Belfast
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| Apprentice to trade I was bound
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| And many an hour of sweet happiness
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| Have I spent in that neat little town
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| I took a stroll down Broadway
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| Meaning not long for to stay
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| When who should I meet but a pretty fair maid
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| Coming along the pathway
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| Her eyes they shone like diamonds
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| I thought her the pride of the land
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| Her hair, it hung down in long tresses
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| Tied up with the black velvet band
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| I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
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| And a gentleman passing us by
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| I could see that she meant a doing of him
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| By the look in her lovely black eyes
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| His watch she took from his pocket
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| And slyly placed it in my hand
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| I was taken in charge by a copper
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| Bad luck from the black velvet band
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| Her eyes they shone like diamonds
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| I thought her the pride of the land
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| Her hair, it hung down in long tresses
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| Tied up with the black velvet band
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| Before the Lord Mayor I was taken
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| «Your case, Sir, I plainly can see
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| And if I’m not greatly mistaken
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| You’re bound far over the sea»
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| It’s over the dark and blue ocean
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| Far away to Van Diemens Land
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| Far away from my friends and relations
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| Betrayed by the black velvet band
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| Her eyes they shone like diamonds
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| I thought her the pride of the land
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| Her hair, it hung down in long tresses
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| Tied up with the black velvet band |