Black Velvet Band |
In a neat little town they call Belfast, An apprentice boy I was bound, And many's the happy hour I have spent in that neat little town. But bad misfortune o'ertook me, And caused me to stray from the land, Far away from my friends and relations, Betrayed by the black velvet band.
2. Oh, one evening late as I rambled, | 3. Oh, one evening a flashman, a watchman She happened to meet on the sly. I could tell that her mind it was altered, By the roll of her roving dark eye. Oh, that watch she took from his pocket. She slipped it right into my hand. Then she gave me in charge to the policeman. Bad luck to the black velvet band.
4. Now before the Lord Mayor I was taken. |
5. So come all ye jolly young fellows, I'll have ye take warning from me. Whenever you're out on the liquor, Beware of them pretty colleens. They'll treat you to whiskey and porter, Till you are not able to stand; And the very next thing that you know, my lads, You'll end up in Van Dieman's land. |