Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You'd think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to
trade I was bound.
And many an hour of sweet happiness I spent in that
neat little town.
But bad misfortune came o'er me, and caused me to stray
from the land
Far away from my friends and relations. They follow the
black velvet band.
Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You'd think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Well, I went out strolling one evening, not meaning to
go very far,
When I met with a frolicksome damsel. She was selling
her trade in the bar.
A watch she took from a customer, and slipped it right
into my hand.
Then the law came and put me in prison.
Bad luck to her black velvet band!
Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You'd think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Next morning, before judge and jury, for trial I had to
appear.
And the judge, he said "my young fellow, the case
against you is quite clear.
And seven long years is your sentence. You're going to
Van Diemen's Land,
Far away from your friends and relations. They follow
the black velvet band."
Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You'd think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Now, come all ye jolly young fellows, I'll have you
take warning by me.
And whenever you're out on the liquor, my lads, beware
of the pretty colleens.
For they'll fill you with whiskey and porter, til you
are not able to stand.
And the very next thing that you know, my lads, you've
landed in Van Diemen's
Land.
Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds.
You'd think she was queen of the land,
And her hair hung over her shoulders,
Tied up with a black velvet band
