Where the Walker runs down through 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 over the range.



Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy 

Her touch was as soft as a bed of Eider-down 

Her eyes shone bright as the pretty lights 

That shine in the night out of Yerrington town.



She was courted by a young Vandermeer 

And quite handsome was he as I'm to hear

He gave her silver rings and lacy things 

And she promised to wed before the snows came that year.



But her pony he did stumble and he did fall 

Her dying cut the hearts from us one and all 

Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet in his brain 

And we buried them together as the snow began to fall.



They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through

They tell 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.