Grace - Black Velvet Band | Текст песни

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In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade
I was bound Many an hour’s sweet happiness
Had I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band. Her eyes, they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.

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