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Where the Walker runs down into 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 was she |
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And the sweetest flower that bloomed o'er the range |
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Her voice was sweet as the sugar candy |
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Her touch was soft as a bed of goose 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 young Vandermeer |
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And quite handsome was he 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 fell that year |
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But her pony did stumble and she did fall |
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Her dyin' touched on the heart of us all |
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Young Vandy in his pain, put a bullet to 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 dusty Sundown to her name they drink a round |
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And to young Vandy, whose love was true |
