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.
As I went walking down Broadway, not intending to stay very long.
I met with a frolicking maiden, as she came tripping along.
A watch she pulled from her pocket, and she slipped it right into my hand.
On the very first day that I met her, bad luck to the black velvet band.
Before the judge and the jury, the both of us had to appear.
And a gentleman swore to the jewellery, the case against us was clear.
Come all you brave young Irish lads, A warning take by me.
Beware of the pretty young damsels, that are knocking around in Tralee