The Black Velvet Band - The High Kings

In a neat little town they call Belfast

Apprenticed to trade I was bound

Many an hours sweet happiness

Have I spent in that neat little town

A sad misfortune came over me

Which caused me to stray from the 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 it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll down Broadway

Meaning not long for to stay

When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid

Come a trapsing along the highway

She was both fair and handsome

Her neck it was just like a swans

And her hair it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds

I thought her the queen of the land

And her hair it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid

And a gentleman passing us by

Oh I knew she meant the un-doing of him

By the look in her roguish black eye

A gold watch she took from his pocket

And slipped it right in to my hand

And the very first thing that I said was

Bad 'cess to the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds

I thought her the queen of the land

And her hair it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band

Seven long years penal servitude

I spent down in 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 it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds

I thought her the queen of the land

And her hair it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band