what makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened
like clouds upon the hill
and I'll tell you all the tale
Of Utah Corral, my partner,
and his last ride on the trail
Mid the cactus and the mesquite
Where the cattle roam in thousands,
many a herd and many a brand
There lies my partner sleeping in
the land from which I came
We rode the rains together
I loved him as a brother,
We were rounding up one morning,
our work was almost done.
on a mad and fearful run.
The boss's little daughter
was holding on that side.
She started in to turn them,
that's where my partner died.
She used a saddle blanket
It was this bright red blanket
at the cattle on the right
The blanket slipped beneath her
and cut the stirrup tight
When the cowboy saw the blanket,
they all held their breath
If now should the pony fail her,
none could save her from her death
When Barrow saw the cattle,
she turned her pony's face
She leaned from out her saddle -tide,
But in leaning, lost her blanket,
fell in front of that wild tide
Lie still, Barrow, I'm coming,
were the words my partner cried
About 15 yards behind her,
Though he never saw that mo ment,
the ride would be his last
with firm and steady bound
He swung from out the saddle
to catch her from the ground
But the cinches of his saddle
and his backstitch snapped asunder
and he fell beside Barrow.
He now picked up the blanket
and swung it over his head
and started across the prairie
lie still Barrow he said.
His six gun flashed like lightning
the report rang loud and clear
as the cattle rushed to kill him
he dropped the leading steer
and when we broke the circle
with many a wound and bruise,
his young life had ebbed away
And in some future morning
I hope we'll all meet Utah
Then we wrapped him in a blanket,
set him by his little friend
And was that very blanket
that brought Utah to his end
