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This is the Ian and Sylvia version, as best I can decipher
Rick in Macon
Darcy Farrow
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 sweet-est flower that bloomed o'er the range
Her voice was 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 shone in the night out of Yarrington town
She was courted by young Vandimeer
And quite handsome was he as I hear
He brought her silver 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 dyin' touched the heart 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
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 o'er the range
RICK IN MACON