Oh bury me not on the lone prairie

These words came low and mournfully

From the pallid lips of a youth who lay

On his dying bed at the close of day

Oh bury me not and his voice failed there

But we took no heed to his dying prayer

In a narrow grave just six by three

We buried him there on the lone prairie

And the cowboys now as they roam the plain

For they marked the spot where his bones were lain

Fling a handful o' roses o'er his grave

With a prayer to him who his soul to save