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 is an hour's sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town.
Till bad misfortune came o 'er me,
That caused me to stray from me land.
Far away from me friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
When I was out strolling one evening,
not intending to go very far
I met with a frolic, some damned soul,
selling her trade in the bar
Well, a watch she took out of her pocket
and placed it right into me hand
Bad luck to 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
Next morning before judge and jury
For a trial I had to appear
And the judge, he swore to the jury
The case against you is quite clear
Seven long years' transportation
Right in Divine Demon's land
Far away from your friends and relations
To fol low the black velvet band
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you brave Irish lads,
Beware of the frolics and damsels,
Because they'll treat you to
until you're unable to stand
You're 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
they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
