So you ask me my kind friend
Why I am sad and still
And why my brow is darkened
Like the clouds upon the hill
Rein in your ponies closer
And I'll tell you all a tale
Of Utah Carroll, partner
And his last ride on the trail
In a grave without a headstone
Without a date or name
My partner lies there silent
In the land from which I came
Long ago we rode together
We'd ridden side by side
I loved him like a brother
And I wept when Utah died
While riding up one morning
And our work was almost done
The cattle quickly started
On a wild and maddening run
The boss's little daughter
Who was riding on that side
Rushed in to stop the stampede
It was there my partner died
Lenore upon her pony
Tried to turn the cattle right
But her blanket slipped beneath her
And she caught and held on tight
When we all saw that red blanket
Each cowboy held his breath
For should her pony fail her
None could save the girl from death
When the cattle saw the blanket
Almost dragging on the ground
They were maddened in a moment
And they charged with deafening sound
The girl soon saw her danger
And she turned her pony's face
And bending in her saddle
Tried the blanket to replace
Just then she lost her balance
In the front of that wild tide
Carroll's voice controlled the round up
""Lie still, Lenore"" he cried
And then close up beside her
Came Utah riding fast
But little did the poor boy know
The ride would be his last
Full often from the saddle
He had caught the trailing rope
To pick her up at full speed -acap
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