| Where the Walker runs down into the Carson Valley plain
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| There lived a young 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 o’er the range
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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 brought her silver rings and lacy things
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| And they promised to marry 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 in 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 beautyin 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
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| Where the Walker runs down into the Carson Valley plain
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| There lived a young 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 o’er the range |