Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie

Oh bury me not

On the lonely prairie

These words came low

And mournfully

From the

Of youth who lay

On his dying bed at the close of day

Oh bury me not

And his voice failed there

But they took no heat

To his dying in prayer

In a narrow grave

Just six by three

They buried him there

Where on the long prairie

Oh my home

I

Oh my

Oh

Oh bury me knots

On the lone prairie the coyo

And the wind blows free

Where there's not a soul

That will care for me

Oh bury me knots on the long prairie

And the cowboys now

As they roam the plain

For to mark the spots

Where his bones were laid

Fling a handful of road

S over his grave

With a prayer of god

God for your soul

I will pray you heard to god for soul the same