Darcy Farrow

Where the Walker runs down
throw the Carson Valley plain.

There lived a maiden,
Darcy Farrow was her name.
The daughter of old Dundee
and fair one was she.
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 Yerrington town.

She was courted
by young Vandermeer,
fine led 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.
Her pony did stumble
and she did fall.
Her dyin' touched the hearts
of us one and all.

Young Vandy in his pain,
put a bullet through his brain.
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.
To young Vandy
whose love was true.