Where the walker runs down through 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 fair one was she
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The sweetest flower that bloomed over 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 eider down
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Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
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That shine in the night out of Yerrington town
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She was courted by a young Vandamere
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And quite handsome was he as I'm 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 he did stumble and he did fall
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Her dying cut the hearts from us one and all
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Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet in his brain
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And we buried them together as the snow 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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Jimmie Dale Gilmore |