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 oer 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 shone 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
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0drT4ocmAg )
Good morning, everyone! It's the Ides of October already, so can Halloween be far behind? Time to start thinking about eating marshmallow peeps and candy corn. Perhaps this will be the year to finally answer that age-old question; do the yellow peeps taste better than the pink ones? I know for sure that Taylors of Harrogate's "Yorkshire" tea tastes better than Lipton's, but I guess that's too easy... Maybe a taste test between Taylor's "English Breakfast" tea and their "Yorkshire" tea would be more of a challenge. Hmmmmm.....
Stitchawl