"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie,"
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day

"It matters not, so I've been told
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold;
But grant, oh, grant this wish to me:
Bury me not on the lone prairie

"Bury me not on the lone prairie
Where coyotes howl and the wind blows free;"
In a narrow grave six foot by three
Bury me not on the lone prairie,"

"Oh, bury me not--" And his voice failed there
But we took no heed of his dying prayer;
In a narrow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie

And the cowboys now as they roam the plain --
For they marked the spot where his bones were lain --
Fling a handful of roses o'er his grave
With a prayer to God his soul will save