G - Cyril Poacher (Broomfield Wager, Topic 12TS252) taken from his singing in 1974. He learned it from Alf Moseley of Harwich in the 1950s.
I was born in the fair town of London,
A printer I once served my time;
Many happy hours have I spent there,
I spent there in fair London town.

And her eyes they shine like diamonds,
I thought her the pride of the land,
Her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

(Repeat Chorus)

One day as I was out walking,
A damsel passed me by the hand;
Her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.

(Chorus)

I was taken before the Lord Justice,
He said "Your case is quite clear",
"If I'm not much mistaken,
You're doomed for seven long year.

The gold watch she took from my pocket,
She gently slipped into my hand;
I was given in charge to a bobby
Bad luck to the black velvet band