Traditional
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprenticed in trade I was bound
And many an hour sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
Till bad misfortune came o'er me
That caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band
Chorus
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
When I was out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met with a fickelsome damsel
She was selling her trade in the bar
When I watched, 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
Next morning before judge and jury
For our trial I had to appear
The judge, he said, "Me Young fellow
The case against you is quite clear
And seven years is your sentence
You're going to Van Dieman's Land
Far away from your friends and relations
To follow the black velvet band"
So come all you jolly young fellows
I'd have you take warning by me
And whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads
Beware of the pretty colleens
They'll fill your with whiskey and porter
Till you are not able to stand
And the very next thing that you know, me lads
You've landed in Van Dieman's Land
Performer(s) Thorvald Grimsson
Kataryna Dragonweaver