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In a neat little town they called Belfast |
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Apprentice to trade I was bound |
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And many an hour sweet happiness |
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Have I spent in that neat little town |
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As 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 shown 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 maid |
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Come a-traipsing along the highway |
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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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Her eyes they shown 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 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 |
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A gold watch she took from his pocket |
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And placed it right into my hand |
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And the very first thing that I said, was |
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Bad 'cess to the black velvet band |
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Her eyes they shown 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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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: |
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"Young man, you're case it is proven clear |
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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" |
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Her eyes they shown 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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So come all you jolly young fellows |
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A warning take by me |
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When you are out on the town, me lads |
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Beware of the pretty colleens |
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They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads |
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'Till you are unable to stand |
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And the very first thing that you'll know is |
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You've landed in Van Diemens Land |
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Her eyes they shown like diamonds |
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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 |
