In a neat little
town they called Belfast
Apparent as to a trade I was bound
And merely's the hour
of sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
Till a sad misfortune came over me,
that caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends
and relations,
bitter ate by the black velvet bands
Her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the queen of the land
With her hair but hung over
her shoulders
Tied up with her black velvet band
As I went strolling down Broadway
Not intending to stay very long
Well, who should I meet but
this pretty fair maid
Come traipsing along the highway
She was both fair and handsome,
her neck it was just like a swan
And her hair was hung over
her shoulders,
tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the queen of the land
With her hair a -tongue over
her shoulders
Tied up with her black velvet
band
Well, I took a stroll with
this pretty fair maid
And a gentleman passing us by
Well, I knew she meant the doing of him
By the look in her roguish black eye
I got what she took from his pocket
And she slipped it right into my hand
And the very next thing that I said
Was, that says to that black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the queen of the land
With her hair it hung over
her shoulders,
tied up with her black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury,
next morning I had to appear
And the judge, said to me, young man,
the case against you is clear
We'll give you seven
years' penal servitude
to be spent far away from the land
Far away from your friends
and re lations,
vitriate by the black velvet band
Her eyes, shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
With her hair,
it hung over her shoulders
Tied up with her black velvet band