The Dying Cowboy
“Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie”
These words came low and mournfully
From the pouted lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day

"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyote howls and the wind blow free
In a narrow grave just six by three
Bury me not on the lone prairie"

"It matters not I'm often told
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold
Yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me
Bury me not on the low prairie"

"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyote howls and the wind blow free
In a narrow grave just six by three
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie"

He wailed in pain and o'er his brow
Death's shadows fast were gathering now
He thought of his friends and his home but nigh
As the cowboys gathered to see him die
“Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie”
These words came low and mournfully
From the pouted lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day

We took no heed to his dying pray
In a narrow grave, we buried him there
In a narrow grave just six by three
We buried him there, on the lone prairie

"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyote howls and the wind blow free
In a narrow grave just six by three
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie"