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 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