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 a fair one 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 Yerington town She was courted by young Vandermeer And quite handsome was he, as I 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 dying touched the hearts of us one and all Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through 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 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 a fair one was she And the sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range