09 Black velvet Band; 3:20 Min In a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound. And many the sweet happy hours I spent in that neat little town. Till bad misfortune came over me, and 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 hang over her shoulders, tied-up with a black velvetband. Well, I went out strolling one evening, not meaning to go very far, When I met with this frolicksome damsel, she was selling her trade in the bar. A gold watch she took from a customer, and slipped it right into my hand, Then the law came and put me in prison, bad luck to the black velvet band. Next morning, before judge and jury, for trial I had to appear. And the judge, he said "my young fellow, the case against you is quite clear. And seven long years is your sentence. You're going to Van Diemen's Land! Far away from your friends and relations, to follow the black velvet band." Now, come all ye jolly young fellows, I'll have you take warning by me. Whenever you're out on the liquor, my lads, beware of the pretty colleens. They'll fill you with whiskey and porter, till you are not able to stand. And the very next thing that you know, my lads, you've landed in Van Diemen's Land.