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