Track byAlban Fuam
In a neat little town they call Belfast An apprentice to trade I was bound And many the hours sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town 'Til a sad misfortune came over me And caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and relations To follow the 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 As I went walking down Broadway Meaning not long for to stay When who should I meet but a pretty young dame Come trippi'n along the highway We took a stroll together And a gentleman passing us by I knew she meant the doing of him By the look in her rougish black eye A gold watch she took from his pocket And she slipped it right into my hand On the very first day that I met her Bad luck to her 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 Before the Judge and the Jury next morning we had to appear And the Gentleman claimed his jewellery The case against us was then cleared So seven long years penal servitude Right down to Van Diemen's Land Far away from my friends and relations Betrayed by the 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