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
and his last ride on the trail
We rode the range together
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
that the boss's daughter rode
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
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
His backcinch snapped like thunder
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
His six gun flashed like lightning,
the report rang loud and clear
As the cattle rushed and killed him
he dropped the leading steer
