Tied Up With a Black Velvet Band Songtext
von The Irish Rovers

In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade, I was bound
And many′s the hour of sweet happiness
Oh, I spent in that neat little town

'Til bad misfortune came over me
That 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 will think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

As I went walkin′ down broadway
Not meaning to stay very long
I met with a frolic some damsel
As she came a-dropping the lone


A watch she pulled out of her pocket
She slipped it right into me hands
Then the law came and put me in prison
Bad luck to her black velvet band

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds
You will think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band

Next morning before judge and jury
The both of us had to appear
And the judge said, "Majorly, I prefer a law"
The case against you is quite clear

And seven long years transportation
You're goin' to Van Diemen′s land
Far away from your friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds
You′ll think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band


So come on all ye dummy young fellows
You should all take a warning from me
And when ever you're out on the liquor, me lads
Beware of the pretty colleens

They′ll fill you with whisky and porter
Until you are not able to stand
And the very next thing that you know, me lads
You'll be sent off to Van Diemen′s land

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds
You will think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Piled up with a black velvet band

Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds
You will think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band