Black Velvet Band

fuck yeah!

whoever submitted these lyrics should either go to the DKM site, buy the Blackout CD and read the insert, or actually listen to the fucking song once. These lyrics are like a wierd distortion of the original and not the DKM version in the slightest. Just because the band is from Boston doesn't mean that this song is about Boston. As a shining example of the numerous mistakes and fuck ups in these lyrics the very first line of the song in the insert and on the website is "in a neat little town they call Quincey" which is where DKM's mailing address was on Blackout and when they actually sing the song they say "in a neat little town they call Brockton" which is from the original Black Velvet Band lyrics. dont argue with me on this one, I'm Irish

Erm... I've heard a series of versions of this song, and all of them say "in a neat little town they call Belfast", except the DKM version, of course. That one says Brockton, cos they're from Massachusetts. I'm tempted to say, "don't argue with me on this one, I'm from Belfast" ;) As for the rest of the lyrics, I suspect they're ripped from a trad Irish lyrics site with the city name changed at the beginning.

That's something cause both of the other two versions I've heard (The Bucaneers [awesome band from Saskatchewan :)] and The Irish Rovers) say Brockton.

They're both American bands, aren't they? Maybe they sing a different version over there to appeal to a different audience. Any time we have a session we always sing Belfast. So do the likes of the Dubliners.

before DKM i always heard it say Belfast. it surprises me that u have only heard 2 other versions of the song

Here's the real lyrics:

In a neat little town they call Brockton Apprenticed to trade I was bound And many an hour's sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town

Then bad misfortune befell me That caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and companions To follow the black velvet band

As I was out strolling one evening Not intending to stay very long I met with a frolicsome damsel As she came trippin' along

A watch, she pulled out her pocket And slipped it right into my hand On the very first night that I met her Bad luck to the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulder Tied up in a black velvet band

Before judge and jury next morning Both of us did appear A gentleman claimed his jury And the case against us was clear

Now seven long years transportation Right down to Van Dieman's land Far away from my friends and companions To follow the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like the diamonds You'd think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulder Tied up in a black velvet band

So come all you jolly young fellows I'd have you take warning by me Whenever you're out on the liquor Beware of the pretty Colleen

She'll fill you with whiskey and porter Until you're not able to stand And the very next thing that you'd know You've landed in Van Dieman's land

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

They didn't write it, its a traditional irish song.

There's just something about hearing someone sing about your home. Love it.

It is traditionally belfast, Its about getting sent to australia