The Black Velvet Band

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Her eyes they shone like diamonds you’d think she was queen of the land
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With her hair thrown 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 a frolicksome damsel as she came tripping along

A watch she pulled out of her pocket and slipped it right into my hand
On the very first day that I met her bad luck to the black velvet band

Before judge and jury next morning both of us did appear
A gentleman claimed his jewellery and the case against us was clear

Seven long years transportation right down to “Van Dieman’s Land”
Far away from my friends and companions, betrayed by the back velvet band