*= mute chord (verse 1) (just pick these chords  folk style) In a neat little town they call Prockton Apprenticed in trade I was bound And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town Then bad misfortune befell me And caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and companions To follow the black velvet band  (Mandolon Lead)        ()                             ()       ()   ( )  () E|--10-10--10-7-8-10-8-7------------10-8-7-7--7------------| B|------------8-8-8-8-7-5------------3-5-7--8-10-12--| G|------------7------------| D|------------| A|------------| E|------------|       ()    ()   () E|--5-7-7-----------| B|---------3-5-7-8--| G|------------| D|------------| A|------------| E|------------| (verse 2)    * As I as out strolling one evening                            * Not intending to stay very long I met a frolicsome damsel As she came tripping along   * A watch she pulled out her pocket                              * And slipped it right into my hand On the very first night that I met her Bad luck to the black velvet band Her eyes  they shone like the diamond You’d think she was queen of the land And her hair hung over her shoulder Tied up in a black velvet band (verse 3)   * Before judge and jury next morning                  * Both of us did appear A gentleman claimed his jewelry And the case against us was clear     * Now seven long years transportation                            * Right down to Van Dieman’s land Far away from my friends and companions To follow this black velvet band (Refrão)  (guitar Lead) E|------------| B|------------| G|--7-7--7-4-5-7-5-4---4-2------------7-5-4-4--4-------0-2-4--| D|------------5-5--5-5-4-2-0------------0-2-4--------| A|------------| E|------------| E|------------| B|------------| G|--2-4-4--4----------| D|-----------0-2-4-5--| A|------------| E|------------| (verse 4) (use distorted open chords) So come all you jolly young fellows I’ll have you take warning by me Whenever you’re out on the liquor Beware of the pretty Colleen She’ll fill you with whiskey and porter Until you’re not able to stand And the very next thing you’d know You’ve landed in Van Dieman’s Land (Refrão) ( )