Darcy Farrow✓

Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain,

There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name

The daughter of old Dundee and fair was she

And the sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range.

Her voice was sweet as the sugar candy

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 Vandermeer

And quite handsome was he I am to hear

He brought her silver rings and lacy things

And she promised to wed before the snows fell that year.

But her pony did stumble and she did fall.

Her dyin' touched on the heart of us all.

Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet to his brain

And we buried them together as the snows began to fall.

They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through

They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too.

At dusty Sundown to her name they drink a round

And to young Vandy whose love was true.