Where the walker runs down
Through the Carson Valley Plain
There lived a girl Darcy Farrow was her name
Daughter of Old Dundee and fair one was she
Fair as flower that ever bloomed over the range
Well, her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy
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
And quite handsome was he so I hear
He bought her silver rings and lacy things
She promised to wed fore the snow fell that year
But her pony did stumble she did fall
Her dying touched the hearts of us one and us all
Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
We buried them together as the snow began to fall
Well, they sing of Darcy Farrow
Where the Truckee runs through
Sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
At dusky sundown to her name they drink around
And to Vandy whose love was true