Collected by Ellen G. Ledbetter For M. C. Parler
Utah Carl You ask my little friend Why I am so sad and still Why my brow is always darkened Like a cloud upon a hill.
Sung by Mrs. W. W. Beard June 30, 1960
Reel 386, Item 4
When Lenore saw her danger
She turned her pony's pace And leaning in her saddle Tried the blanket to replace.
Rein in your pony closer And I will tell you a tale Of Utah Carl, my partner And his last ride on the trail.
But in leaning lost her balance Fell in front of this wild tide. Lie still Lenore I'm coming Was the words that Utah cried.
A grave without a headstone Without a date or name In silence sleeps my partner In the land from where I came.
Just fifty yards behind her Utah Carl came riding fast Tho he little knew that moment This ride would be his last.
Long we had rode together We'd ridden side by side.
I loved him like a brother How I wept when Utah died.
We were rounding up one morning Our work was almost done To the right the cattle started With a wild and maddened run.
Our bosses little daughter
Who was herding on that side
Rushed in to stop the cattle
It was there poor Utah died.
As Lenore rushed the cattle
To turn them from the right
Her red blanket slipped beneath her She caught fast and held on tight.
When the cattle saw the blanket When he had turned the stampede
Every cowboy held his breath. From Lenore his little friend
He saw the cattle on him
His pony reached Lenore With a firm and steady bound He leaned from out his saddle To raise her from the ground.
But the weight upon his cinches Had never failed there before His front cinch burst asunder And he fell beside Lenore.
When the cattle saw the blanket As it lay upon the ground They were maddened in one moment And charged it with a bound.
Utah Carl picked up the blanket He waved it oer his head And started across the prairie Lie still Lenore he said.
Mid the cactus and the thistle Of New Mexico's fine land Where the cattle roam by thousands Of every mark and brand.
Many times from out his saddle He had thrown the trailing rope To catch her at full speed He knew was his only hope.Utah Carl continued Reel 386, Item 4
Quickly from his scabbord (Cont'd)
Utah Carl his pistol drew
He was willing to fight while dying
Like a cowboy brave and true.
His pistol flashed like lightening. The reports rang loud and clear As the cattle rushed upon him He dropped the leading steer.
I rode into the circle I knew his life was o'er I heard him murmur softly Good-by my love Lenore.
I went to church next Sunday.
And I heard the preacher say,
I don't think our young friend Utah Will be lost on that great day.
Mrs. W. W. Beard and Mrs. J. A. Pratt worked this song up together. Mrs. Beard is singing the song on the tape.
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