Standard (EADGBE)

 Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain

 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 over the range

 Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy

 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 of Yerrington town

She was courted by Young Vandamere

 A fine lad was he as I am to hear

 He gave her silver rings and lacy things

 And she promised to wed before the snows came 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 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 true