BLACK VELVET BAND Her eyes they shone like the diamondsYou'd think she was queen of the landWith her hair hung over her shouldersTied up with a black velvet band As I was walking on BroadwayNot tending to stay very longI met with a frolicsome dancerAnd she came a-tippin' along And what she pulled from her pocketAnd slipped right into my handOn the very first day that I met herBad luck to her black velvet band Front of Judge next morningYes both of us did appearA gentleman then claimed his jewelleryAnd the case against us was clear For seven long years accommodationFar away from Cape Breton IsleAway from my friends and relationsTo follow the black velvet band