Darcy Farrow

Where the Walker runs down into 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 Yerington 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 came that year

But her pony did stumble and she did fall

Her dying 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