Utah Carol

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 died
 We 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 tide
 "Lay still, Lenore, I'm coming," were the words that Utah cried
 His faithful pony saw her and reached her with 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 Lenore
 Picking 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
 Then 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