Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain
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There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name
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The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
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The sweetest flower that bloomed oer the range
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Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy
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Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
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Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
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That shone in the night out of Yerrington town
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She was courted by Young Vandamere
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A fine lad was he as I am to hear
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He gave her silver rings and lacy things
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And she promised to wed before the snows came that year
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But her pony did stumble and she did fall
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Her dyin touched the hearts of us one and all
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Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
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And we buried them together as the snows began to fall
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They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
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They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
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At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
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And to young Vandy whose love was true
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Darcy Farrow
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| Dickey Lee |
