The Black Velvet Band

In a neat little town they call Belfast apprenticed to trade I was bound

And many an hour's sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town

A sad misfortune came over me that caused me to stray from the land

Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by a Black Velvet Band

 

Her eyes they shone like diamonds. I thought her the queen of the land

And her hair hung over her shoulders tied up with a Black Velvet Band

 

I took a stroll along Broadway, a-thinking not far for to stray

When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid, a-traipsing along the highway

She was both fair and handsome and her neck it was just like a swan

And her hair hung over her shoulders tied up with a Black Velvet Band

 

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid - a gentleman passing us by

I knew she meant the doing of him by the look in her rogueish black eye

She took a gold watch from his pocket and slipped it right into my hand

And the very next thing that I said was, "Success to the Black Velvet Band"

 

Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear

The judge he says to me, "My lad, your case it is proven quite clear

I'll give you seven years penal servitude to  be spent far away from the land

Far away from your friends and relations and the girl with the Black Velvet Band

 

So come all you jolly young fellows and a warning take by me

When you are out on the town, me lads, prepare for the pretty colleens

They'll fill you with whisky and porter till you are unable to stand

And the very next thing that you know is, you've landed in Van Diemen's Land