Where the wal-ker runs down thru the Carson Valley Plain
There lived a maiden Darcy Farrow was her name.
The daughter of Old Dundee and fair one was   she
The sweetest flower that bloomed over the range.

Her voice was as sweet as the sugar can-dy
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
Her eyes shone bright like the pretty    lights
That shine in the night out of Yerrington town.

She was courted by young Vandamere
A fine lad was he as I am to hear.
He gave her silver rings and lacy things
She promised to wed before the snows came that year

But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet  thru his  brain
We buried them togeher as the snow began to fall.

They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs thru
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City, too.
At dusky sun-down to her name they drink a round
And to young Van-dy whose love was  true.

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