One night while out for a ramble, the hour was just about nine, I met a young maidenin Frisco, on the corner of Kearney and Pine, on her face was the beauty of nature, andher eyes they seemed to expand, and her hair so rich and so brilliant, entwined a bluevelvet band.We strolled down the street together, in my pocket she placed her small hand, she plantedthe evidence on me, the girl in the blue velvet band, I heard the screams of the siren, and thegirl in the blue velvet band, she left me to face all the troubles, for a diamond that was worth tengrand, they sent me to San Quentin for stealing, God knows I'm an innocent man, the guilty one nowshe lies dying, the girl in the blue velvet band, last night when bedtime was ringing, standing close to thebog, I fancy I heard a voice a-calling, far out on the ocean of stars,I'll be out in a year and I'm leaving, to live in some distant land, I bid farewell to old Frisco,and the grave of my blue velvet band.