Black Velvet Band Songtext
von The Houghton Weavers

In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound.
Many′s the hour sweet happiness 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, you think she was Queen of the Land.
Her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
As I was strolling down Broadway, not intending to stay very long.
Well, who should I meet but this pretty colleen as she came traipsing along.
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was white as a swan.
Her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, you think she was Queen of the Land.
Her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
I took a stroll with this pretty colleen and a gentleman passing us by.


I knew she meant the doing of me by the look in her roguish black eye.
A gold watch she took from his pocket and placed it right into my hand.
The very first day that I met her, I landed in Van Diemen's Land.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, you think she was Queen of the Land.
Her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
Before the judge and the jury, the both of us had to appear.
The judge he said to me, "Young man, the case against you is quite clear.
I′ll give you 7 years penal servitude to be spent far away from the land.
Far away from your friends and relations betrayed by the black velvet band.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, you think she was Queen of the Land.
Her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, you think she was Queen of the Land.
Her hair hung over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.