Collected by Mrs. Dessie Harriman For Mary Celestia Parler Transcribed by Mrs. Dessie Harriman
Sung by Mrs. Dessie Harriman Japton, Arkansas August 14, 1959
Reel 285-286, Item 5
You ask my little friend,
Why I am so sad and still.
And my brow is always darkened,
Like a cloud upon a hill.
Rein closer on your pony,
And I'll tell to you a tale.
Of Utah Carl my pardner,
And the last ride on the trail.
We were rounding up on morning,
Our work was almost done.
To the right the cattle started,
In a wild and madden run.
The bosses's little daughter,
Who was standing at one side,
Rushed in to turn the cattle,
It was there poor Utah died.
As Lenora rushed in her saddle,
To turn them on the right.
Her blanket slipped beneath her,
She caught hold and held on tight. When the cowboys saw the danger,
Every cowboy caught his breath.
For if her pony failed her,
No one could save the girl from death.
When Lenora fell from her saddle,
She dragged her blanket down.
And it lay there close beside her,
As she lay upon the ground.
Then Utah picked up the blanket,
Be brave Lenora he said.
He started across the prairie,
As he waved it o're his head.
Then he stopped the mad stampeed,
From Lenora his little friend.
He was bound to fight while dying,
But he stopped to meet the end.
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His pistol flashed like lightning,
The report vent loud and clear.
Then the cattle rushed upon him,
But he dropped the leading steer.
As we broke into the circle,
On the ground where Utah lay.
From a dozen wounds and bruises,
His young life blood ebbed away.
And as I knelt beside him,
I knew his life was o're.
For I heard him faintly murmur,
Good-by my little Lenora.
It was on one Sabbath Morning,
I heard the preacher say.
I don't think my friend Utah,
Will be lost on that great day.
For he was one loving cowboy.
And was willing there to die.
And I think my young friend Utah,
Has a home beyond the sky.
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