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 as 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

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, she did fall

Her dying touched the hearts of us one and 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

And they sing of her beauty in Virginia City too

At dusky Sundown to her name they drink a round

And to young Vandy whose love was true