Black Velvet Band

Her eyes they shone like the diamonds

You'd think she was queen of the land

With her hair hung over her shoulders

Tied up with a black velvet band

As I was walking on Broadway

Not tending to stay very long

I met with a frolicsome dancer

And she came a-tippin' along

And what she pulled from her pocket

And slipped right into my hand

On the very first day that I met her

Bad luck to her black velvet band

Front of Judge next morning

Yes both of us did appear

A gentleman then claimed his jewellery

And the case against us was clear

For seven long years accommodation

Far away from Cape Breton Isle

Away from my friends and relations

To follow the black velvet band