C - Seeger & MacColl, "The Singing Island" (1960) page 82 (No. 75) from the singing of Harry Cox, Catfield, Norfolk, 1953.

In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour's sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town

(Occasional Chorus)
Her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the queen of the land,
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band.

A bad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations,
Betrayed by the black velvet band.

I took a stroll down Broadway,
Meaning not long for to stay,
When who should I meet but a pretty fair maid
Come traipsing along the pathway.

She was both fair and handsome,
Her neck it was just like a swan,
And her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid,
And a gentleman passing us by,
I knew she meant the doing of him
By the look in her roguish black eye.

His watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right into my hand
And the very first thing that I said was
Bad luck to the black velvet band.

Before the judge and the jury,
Next morning I had to appear;
The judge he says to me, young man,
Your case it is proven clear.

We'll give you seven years penal servitude
To be spent far away from the land;
Far away from your friends and relations,
Betrayed by the black velvet band.

So come all you jolly young fellows,
A warning take by me,
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of the pretty colleens.

They'll treat you to strong drink, my lads,
Till you are unable to stand;
And the very first thing that you'll know is
You're landed in Van Damien's land.