Bury me not on the lone prairie
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1. “Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie",
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these words came low an'
mournfully,
from the pallid lips of a
youth who lay
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on his dyin' bed, at the close of day.
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2. “Oh, bury me not…”, and his voice failed out,
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but we took no heed to his
dyin’ pray’r,
in a narrow grave, just six by
three,
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we buried him there on the lone prairie.
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3. Yes, we buried him there on the lone prairie,
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where the owl all night hoots
mournfully,
and the blizzard beats, and
the wind blows free,
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o’er his lonely grave on the lone prairie.
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4. And the cowboys now as they roam the plains,
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for to mark the spot where his
bones were laid,
fling a handful of roses o’er
his grave,
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with a pray’r to him who his soul will save.
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