Under the sod in the land of gold

We laid the fearless bill

We called him wild yet a little child

Could bend his iron will

With a generous heart he freely gave

To the poorly clad unshod

Take all of 'till of his noble traits

With cover him with the sod

Under the sod in the deadwood gulch

We laid his last remains

No more his manly form will hail

The red man on the plains

And many a heartfelt sigh was heard

As over the sward we trod

And many an eye was filled with tears

As we covered him with the sod

You buried him 'neath the old pine tree

In that little world of ours

His trusty rifle by his side

His grave all strewn with flowers

His manly form in sweet repose

That lovely silken hair

It was a sight will not forget

That face so bright and fair

Under the sod in the prairie land

We laid the good and true

An honest heart and a noble man

Has bade his last adieu

No more his silvery voice will ring

His spirit has gone to God

Around his faults let charity cling

While we cover him with the sod