Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!
Here's a little taste of my favorite Irish folk song. It's about a hot Irish chick (I think there's about 7 of them in the whole country) that totally screws over an unsuspecting loser...
Black Velvet Band
In a neat little town they call Belfast,
An apprentice to trade I was bound,
And manys the hour of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town.
Til a sad misfortune came over me,
and forced me to stray from the land,
far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd swear she was queen of the land,
and her hair hung over her shoulder,
tied up with a black velvet band.
As I went out strolling one evening,
not intending to stray very far
I met with a frolicsome damsel
Plying her trade in the bar.
A gold watch she clipped from a customer
and placed it right into my hand
On the very first day that I met her
Bad luck to the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd swear she was queen of the land,
and her hair hung over her shoulder,
tied up with a black velvet band.
To judge and jury next morning
for trial I had to appear
and the judge he said my young fellow
the case against you is quite clear.
I give you seven years penal servitude
To be spent far away from the land
Far away from your friends and relations
your going to VanDamiens land.
So come all you jolly young fellows
A warning take by me
When ever you're out on the liquor
Beware of the pretty colleens.
For they will fill you with strong drink
until your not able to stand
and the very next thing that you know, me lads
you've landed in VanDamiens land.
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd swear she was queen of the land,
and her hair hung over her shoulder,
tied up with a black velvet band.
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