Darcy Farrow

Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain
There lived a maid, Darcy Farrow was her name
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
The sweetest flower that bloomed on the range
Her voice was sweeter than sugar can be
Her touch as soft as a bed of goose down
Her eyes shone bright like the prey silver lights
That shine in the night out of Yerington town
She was courted by young Vandameer
And a finer lad was he than of any you will hear
He gave her silver rings and he gave her pretty things
And she promised to wed before the snows fell that year
But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all
And young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through 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 dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
And to young Van Lee whose love was so true
Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain
There lived a maid, Darcy Farrow was her name
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
The sweetest flower that blooms on the range