History and Background:
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, you'd think she was queen of the land
With her hair thrown over her shoulders, tied up with a black velvet band.
As I went walking down Broadway, not intending to stay very long
I met with a frolicksome damsel, as she came tripping along.
A watch she pulled out of her pocket, and slipped it right into my hand
On the very first day that I met her, bad luck to the black velvet band.
Before judge and jury next morning, both of us did appear
A gentleman claimed his jewelry, and the case against us was clear.
Seven long years transportation, right down to Van Diemen's Land
Far away from my friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band.