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                        BLACK VELVET BAND

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

             As I was walking on Broadway
             Not tending to stay very long
             I met with a frolicsome dancer
             And she came a-tippin' along

             And what she pulled from her pocket
             And slipped right into my hand
             On the very first day that I met her
             Bad luck to her black velvet band

             Front of Judge next morning
             Yes both of us did appear
             A gentleman then claimed his jewellery
             And the case against us was clear

             For seven long years accommodation
             Far away from Cape Breton Isle
             Away from my friends and relations
             To follow the black velvet band