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
