In a neat little town they call Belfast, Apprentice to trade I was bound.
And money, an hour of sweet happiness, I spent in that neat little town.
Till 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, you'd think she was queen of the land.
And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
As I went walking down Broadway, not intending to stay very long.
I met with this frolicsome damsel, as she came tripping along.
At gold watch she pulled out of her pocket, and slipped it right into my hand.
On the very first day that I met her, I looked to that black velvet band.
Before judge and jury next morning, both of us did appear.
And the gentleman claimed his jewellery, and the case against us was clear.
Seven long years' transportation, right on down to bandy man's land.
Far away from my friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, you'd think she was queen of the land.
And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
So come all you jolly young fellows, a warning take I mean.
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of those pretty Colleens.
They'll feed you with strong whiskey, till you are unable to stand.
And the very first thing that you'll know me lads, you're landed in bandy man's land.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, you'd think she was queen of the land.
And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
And her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.