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And now
My friends
You've asked me what makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies closer and
I'll tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trail
We rode the range together and rode it side by side
I loved him like a brother and
I wept when
Utah diedWe were rounding up one morning when work was almost done
When on his side the cattle started on a frightened run
Underneath the saddle that the boss's daughter rode
Utah
That very morning had placed a bright red robe
So
The saddle might ride easy for
Lenore
His little friend
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end
The blanket was now dragging behind her on the ground
The frightened cattle saw it and charged it with a bound
Lenore then saw her danger and turned her pony's face
And leaning in the saddle tied the blanket to its place
But in leaning lost her balance
Fell in front of that wild tideLay still Lenore
I'm coming
Were the words that
Utah cried
His faithful pony saw her and reached her in a bound
I thought he'd been successful and raised her from the ground
But the weight upon the saddle had not been felt before
His back cinch snapped like thunder and he fell by
LenorePicking up the blanket he swung it over his head
And started cross the prairie
Lay still Lenore he said
When he got the stampede turned and saved
Lenore his friend
He turned to face the cattle and meet his fatal end
His six gun flashed like lightning
The report rang loud and clear
As the cattle rushed and killed him he dropped the leading steer
On his funeral morning
I heard the preacher say
I hope we'll all meet
Utah at the roundup far away
Then they wrapped him in a blanket that saved his little friend
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end
