The Black Velvet Band

Oh, the first place I met with my darling was taking a walk by the strand.
Her apron full of fresh oysters, she had a noted big one in her hand,
And the one she took out of her pocket she placed it right into my hand.

Chorus:
Her two eyes did shine like two diamonds,
You'd have took her to be queen of the land,
And her hair was hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

Oh, then, come all my clever young fellows, whenever you go to spree,
Beware of them flashing young girls, they'll treat you to every degree,
They'll treat you to strong rum and brandy until you're not able to stand,
And before you're awake in the morning you're convicted to Van Diamond Land.

There were a small little village in Belfast, the village where I were bound.
Whatever misforutne came over me, it banished me far from the town,
Far far from my friends and relations, away from my own native land,
I being seven long year was transported, bad luck to the black velvet band!