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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
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
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