O Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie

"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie" These words came sad 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 Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Where coyotes howl, the wind blows free In a narrow grave, six by three Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Oh bury me not, his voice failed there We took no heed of his dying prayer In a narrow grave, six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie And the cowboys now, as they roam the plain They mark a spot where his bones were lain Fling a handful of roses o'er his grave With a prayer to God, his soul to save