and now my friends you ask me what makes me sad and still and why my brow is darkened like cloudsupon the hill run in your pony closer and i'll tell you all the tale of utah corral my partnerand his last ride on the trail mid the cactus and the mess gate of mexico's fairland where thecattle roam in thousands many a herd and many a brand there's a grave with neither headstoneneither date nor name there lies my partner sleeping in the land from which i camewe rode the reins together and rode it side by side i loved him as a brotheri lov'd him as a brotherI wept when Utah died, we were rounding up one morning, our work was almost done, went away the cattle started 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, given her by a friend, it was this bright red blanket brought Utah to his end.As Varel rushed her pony at the cattle on the right, the blanket slipped beneath her and cut the stirrup tight.When the cowboys saw the blanket, they all held their breath, if now should the pony fail her, none could save her from her death.When Varel saw the cattle, she turned her pony's face, she leaned from out her saddle tight, the blanket in its place.But in leaning, lost her blanket, fell in front of that wild tide, lie still Varel, I'm coming where the words my partner cry.About fifteen yards behind her, Utah come riding fast, though he never saw that moment, the ride would be his last.His pony reached Varel, with firm and steady bound, he swung from out the saddle, to catch her from the ground.But the cinches of his saddle, had not been felt before, and his back cinch snapped asunder, and he fell beside Varel.He now picked up the blanket, and swung it o'er his head, and started cross the prairie, lie still Varel, he said.His six-gun flash, 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, where Utah's body lay, with many a wound and bruise, his young life had ebbed away.And in some future morning, I heard the preacher say, I hope we'll all meet Utah at the roundup far away.Then we wrapped him in a blanket, and he fell to the ground.Set him by his little friend, and was that very blanket that brought Utah to his end.