From: jonb@Ingres.COM (Jon Berger)
Subject: Re: REQ Black Velvet Band-Irish Trad
Reply-To: jonb@ingres.com
Organization: Ingres, an ASK Company
Date: 13 Nov 92 00:24:47 GMT

In article <Nov.12.18.03.00.1992.15613@andromeda.rutgers.edu>, dmr@andromeda.rutgers.edu (Daniel Rosenblum) writes:
>         D
> 1. In a neat little town they call Belfast,
>                               A7
>    Apprenticed to trade I was bound,
>        D       A7           D
>    And many an hour's sweet happiness
>           A7                        D
>    Have I spent in that neat little town.

Teensy quibble: almost everybody sticks a Bm at the end of the penultimate
line.

Incidentally, does everyone here know about Martin Leclerc's wonderful
"chord" program?  It's meant for just such situations as this: you
give it a plain-text input file, with a very simple format and suitable
for email transmission, and it reformats it into Postscript, with the
chords over the syllables they go with, and with all sorts of nifty
options like 2-up/4-up and page numbering.  It even prints out guitar
tab for all the chords used in the song, and it knows how to transpose.
It's available by anonymous FTP from either of these places:

   freja.diku.dk  /music/programs/chord-1.2.shar.part.1
                                  chord-1.2.shar.part.2
 
 
   lth.se  /archive2/netnews/alt.sources/volume92/sep/chord.v1.2.part.1_2.Z
                                                      chord.v1.2.part.2_2.Z

I realize that not everyone is blessed with access to Postscript printers,
but for those who are, I highly recommend this utility.  Just as an
example, here's a chord input file for the same song:

---------- Cut here ---------------------------------- Cut here ----------
{title:Black Velvet Band}
{st:according to Seeger and MacColl}
In a [D]neat little town they call Belfast,
Apprenticed to trade I was [A7]bound,
And [D]many an [A7]hour's sweet [D]happi[Bm]ness
Have I [A7]spent in that neat little [D]town.

A [D]bad misfortune came [G]over [D]me,
And caused me to stray from the [A7]land,
A[D]way from my [A7]friends and rel[D]at[Bm]ions,
Be[A7]trayed by the black velvet [D]band.

{start_of_chorus}
Her [D]eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the queen of the [A7]land,
And her [D]hair it hung [A7]over her [D]shoul[Bm]ders,
Tied [A7]up with a black velvet [D]band.
{end_of_chorus}

I [D]took a stroll down Broadway,
Meaning not long for to [A7]stay,
When [D]who should I [A7]see but a [D]pretty fair [Bm]maid,
Come [A7]tripping along the path[D]way.

She [D]was both fair and handsome,
Her neck it was just like the [A7]swan,
And her [D]hair it hung [A7]over her [D]shoul[Bm]ders,
Tied [A7]up with a black velvet [D]band.

{c: chorus}

I [D]took a stroll with this [G]pretty fair [D]maid,
And a gentleman passing us [A7]by,
I [D]knew she [A7]meant a [D]doing for [Bm]him
By the [A7]look in her roguish black [D]eye.

His [D]watch she took from his pocket,
And placed it right into my [A7]hand,
And the [D]very next [A7]thing that I said [Bm]was:
"Bad [A7]luck to the black velvet [D]band."

{c: chorus}

Be[D]fore the judge and jury,
Next morning I had to ap[A7]pear;
The [D]judge he [A7]said to [D]me: "Young [Bm]man,
Your [A7]case it is proved [D]clear.

"We'll give [D]you seven years penal [G]servi[D]tude,
To be [D]spent right away from your [A7]land,
Far a[D]way from your [A7]friends and rel[D]at[Bm]ions,
Be[A7]trayed by the black velvet [D]band.

{c: chorus}

So come [D]all you jolly young fellows,
I'll have you take warning by [A7]me,
When [D]you are [A7]out on the [D]liquor, my [Bm]boys,
Be[A7]ware of your pretty [D]coleen.

They'll [D]treat you to strong [G]drink, my [D]boys,
Till [D]you are not able to [A7]stand,
And be[D]fore you have [A7]time to [D]leave [Bm]them,
They'll [A7]land you in Van Dieman's [D]Land.

{c: chorus}
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