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And now my friends you've asked me
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What makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened
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Like the clouds upon the hill
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Run in your ponies closer
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And I'll tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my partner
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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 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 backcinch 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
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