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Roud 2146 first published between 1796 and 1853 Swindells and Manchester [Intro] e|-------------------------------------| B|-------------------------------------| G|-0-2-4-5----------------2--------0---| D|-----------4-------5-----------------| A|-------------------------------------| E|-------------------------------------| [Verse 1] e|-------------------------------------|----------------------------------| B|-3-3-3--3--3--0-1-3-1-0--------------|----------------------------------| G|-------------------------------------|--2--0---2---4---0----------------| D|-------------------------------------|---------------------4----2---0---| A|-------------------------------------|----------------------------------| E|-------------------------------------|----------------------------------|
GIn a neat little town they call Belfast. | Apprentice to trade I wasD bound e|-----------------------------------------|--------------------------------------| B|---3/1-0-0-0-----------------0--0--------|--------------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------------|-0-2-4-5----------------2--------0----| D|-0-------------0/2---4---5---------------|-----------4-------5------------------| A|-----------------------------------------|--------------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------------|--------------------------------------|
And Gmany an hour of sweet Emhappiness | I Cspent in that Dneat little Gtown
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HGer eyes they shone like diamonds. You'd think she's the queen of the lDand HGer hair hung over her shEmoulder, tieCd up with a blDack velvet bGand
[Verse 2]
GAs I went strolling down Broadway not intending to stray very fDar GI met with a frolicksome dEmamsel aCpplying her trDade in a bGar GA watch she stole from a customer and slipped it right into my haDnd GThe very first day that I Emmet her bad luckC from the blaDck velvet baGnd
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HGer eyes they shone like diamonds. You'd think she's the queen of the lDand HGer hair hung over her shEmoulder, tieCd up with a blDack velvet bGand
[Verse 3]
GNext morning before judge and jury both of us were to apDpear TGhe judge he said me youEmng fella Cthe case againsDt you is quite cGlear GI give you seven long years transportation right down toD Van Dieman's Land Gfar away from your frieEmnds and cCompanions betraDyed by the blackG velvet band
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HGer eyes they shone like diamonds. You'd think she's the queen of the lDand HGer hair hung over her shEmoulder, tieCd up with a blDack velvet bGand
[Verse 4]
GSo come all ye jolly young fellows Take you a warnin' byD me GWhenever you're out on Emthe town Cme lads beware Dof the pretty coGlleens Gthey'll fill you with whiskey and porter till you are unDable to stand GAnd the very next thingEm that youC know me lads, Dyou're stranded Gin Van Dieman's Land