Тональность

 
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In a neat little town they call Belfast, 
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apprentice to trade I was bound 
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Many an hours’ sweet happiness, 
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have I spent in that neat little town 
                               
А sad misfortune came over me, 
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which caused me to stray from the land 
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Far away from me friends and relations, 
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betrayed by the black velvet band  
 
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Her eyes they shone like diamonds 
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I thought her the queen of the land 
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And her hair it hung over her shoulder 
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tied up with a black velvet band  
 
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I took a stroll down Broadway, 
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meaning not long for to stay 
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When who should I meet but this pretty fair 
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maid comes a traipsin’ along the highway 
She was both fair and handsome, 
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her neck it was just like a swan 
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And her hair it hung over her shoulder, 
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tied up with a black velvet band  
  
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I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, 
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and a gentleman passing us by 
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Well I knew she meant the doing of him, 
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by the look in her roguish black eye 
А gold watch she took from his pocket 
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and placed it right in to my hand 
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And the very first thing that I said 
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was bad 'cess to the black velvet band  
    
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Before the judge and the jury, 
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next morning I had to appear 
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The judge he says to me: "Young man, 
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your case it is proven clear 
                                            
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, 
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to be spent far away from the land 
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Far away from your friends and relations,
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betrayed by the black velvet band"  
 
Chorus: 
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So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me 
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When you are out on the town me lads, 
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beware of them pretty colleens 
                                                
For they feed you with strong drink, "me lads", 
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'til you are unable to stand 
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And the very first thing that you'll know 
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is you've landed in Van Diemens’ Land 
      
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