Intro: 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 


[Refrão]

    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 


[Refrão]
 
    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" 


[Refrão]
 
    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 


[Refrão]
 
    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 

    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