BS 17 The Black Velvet Band 

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 

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