� Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrell was her name The daughter of old Dundee, and a fair one was she The sweetest flower that blooms o'er the range Her voice was as sweet as a sugar candy Her touch was as soft as a bed of loose down Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights That shine in the night out of Arrington town She was courted by young Vandermeer A fine lad was he, as I am to hear He gave her rings and lacy things And she promised to wed before the snows fell that year 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 we buried them together as the snows began to fall � They sing of Darcy Farrell where the truck he runs through They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too At dusky sundown to her name they drink around And to young Vandy whose love was true �