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