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 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

And quite handsome was he I am to hear

He gave 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 dyin' 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