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 blows free
 in a narrow grave just six by three
 bury me not on the lone prairie
 It matters not i've oft been told
 where the body lies when the heart grows cold
 yet grant oh grant this wish to me
 bury me not on the lone prairie
 Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
 where the coyote howls and the wind blows 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 of his dying prayer
 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 blows free
 in a narrow grave just six by three
 oh bury me not on the lone prairie