Darcy Farrow

　　Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain

　　There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name

　　The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she

　　The sweetest flower that bloomed oer 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 shinning in the night out of Yerrington town

　　She was courted by Young Vandamere

　　A fine lad was he as I am to hear

　　He gave 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 dyin touched the hearts of us one and all

　　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 Vandy whose love was true