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.