Sung by: Jewel Hawkins
Recorded in Batesville, AR 7/30/62

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We were rounding up one morning--
The work was almost done--
When on the right the cattle started
In a wild and maddened run.

The boss's little daughter
Was a-herding on that side.
As she rushed to turn the cattle,
It was there that Utah died.

. . . Lenore rushed her pony
To turn them on the right.
Her red blanket slipped from beneath her;
She caught and held on tight.

Lenore seen her danger,
Quickly dragged the blanket down,
And lay there close beside her
As she lay upon the ground.

Utah seen the danger.
Quickly turned his pony's pace,
And leaning in his saddle,
Tried the blanket to replace.

And leaning, lost his balance,
Fell in front of that wild tide.
"Lie still, Lenora, I am coming,"
Were the words that Utah cried.

Utah leaned from out his saddle,
To replace her in his arms.
I thought he'd be successful,
And the girl up (?) safe from harm.

What riding on the cinches,
I never saw before,
. . . the hind cinch pushed asunder,
And he fell beside Lenore.

Utah picked up the blanket.
The blanket, it was red,
And he started 'cross the prairie,
"Lie still again," he said.

He started 'cross the prairie,
A-swinging o'er his head
As I heard . . .

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #206, "Utah Carl."

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