Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plane
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 o'er the plain.

She was courted by young Vandermere
And quite handsome was he so I hear
He bought her rings and other fancy things
And he promised to wed before the first rose of spring.

But 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
And they buried them together as the snow began to fall.

They sing about Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
They sing about her beauty in Virginia City too
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
And to young Vandy whose love was true.