Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain There lived a young maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name The daughter of old Dundee, and a fair one was she The sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range
Her voice was as sweet as sugar can be Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights That shine in the night out at Yerington town
She was courted by young Vandermeer A fine lad was he, as I am to hear He gave her silver rings and lacy things He promised to wed before the snows came that year
Her pony did stumble and she did fall Her dying touched the hearts of us one and all Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain 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 trueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
