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1998TraditionalAnd now, my friends you''ve asked me what makes me sad and stillAnd why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hillRun in your pony closer and I''ll tell to you my taleOf Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trailIn the cactus and the thistle of Mexico''s fair landWhere cattle roam in the thousands in many a herd and brandThere''s a grave without a head stone, neither date or nameWhere my partner sleeps in silence in the land from which I cameWe rode the range together, we rode it side by sideI loved him like a brother and I wept when Utah diedSide by side, we rode the roundups, we roped and burned the brandThrough storm and dreary darkness, we joined the night herds standInstrumentalWhile rounding up one morning, our work was nearly doneWhen off the cattle started on a mad and fearful runThe boss'' little daughter who was riding on that sideRushed in to turn the cattle and there my partner diedShe saw the cattle charging and turned her pony roundHer bright red blanket loosened and dragged upon the groundShe leaned and lost her balance in front of that wild tide''Lie still Lenore, I''m comin'''' were the words that Utah criedSome fifty yards behind her, Utah came ridin'' fastBut little did he know that this ride would be his lastHis pony reached the maiden with a firm and steady boundAnd he swung out from his saddle to lift her off the groundBut the strain upon the saddle had not been felt beforeThe hind sinch snapped behind him and he fell beside LenoreUtah took out the blanket and waved it over his headHe raced across the prairie, ''Lie still, Lenore,'' he saidMy partner turned the stampede and saved his little friendBut the maddened cattle rushed him and he turned to meet his endHis six gun flashed like lightening, it sounded loud and clearAs the cattle charged upon him, he dropped the leading steerThen, on his funeral morning, I heard the preacher sayI hope we''ll meet Utah in the roundup far awayThen, he wrapped him in a blanket saved by his little friendIt was that same red blanket that brought him to his end
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