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It was in the city of London
In apprenticeship I was bound
And many's the gay old hour
I spent in that dear old town
One day as I was walking
Along my usual beat
A pretty little young maiden
Came tripping along the street
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And her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the pride of the land
The hair that hung down on her shoulder
Was tied with a black velvet band
One day as we were a walking
A gentleman passed us by
I could see she was bent on some mischief
By the rolling of her dark blue eye
Gold watch she picked from his pocket
And slyly placed into my hand
I was taken in charge by a copper
Bad luck to that black velvet band
Before the Lord Mayor I was taken
Your case, sir, I plainly can see
And if I'm not greatly mistaken
You're bound far over the sea
It's over the dark and blue ocean
Far away to Van Diemen's Land
Away from my friends and relations
And the girl with the black velvet band