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"Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie"
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These words came low and mourn - ful - ly
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From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
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On his dying bed at the close of day.


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He has wasted and pined 'til o'er his brow
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Death's shades were slowly gathering now.
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He thought of home and loved ones nigh,
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And the cowboys gathered to see him die.


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"Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie,
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Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free.
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In a narrow grave just six by three
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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."


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"It matters not, I've oft been told,
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Where the body lies when the heart grows cold.
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Yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me,
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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."


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"I've always wished to be laid when I died
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In a little churchyard on a green hillside.
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By my father's grave there let me be,
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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."


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"I wish to lie where a mother's prayer
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And a sister's tear will mingle there.
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Where friends can come and weep o'er me.
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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."


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"For there's another whose tears will shed
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For the one who lies in a Prairie bed.
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It breaks my heart to think of her now,
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She has curled these locks; she has kissed this brow."


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"Oh bury me not..." And his voice failed there
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But they took no heed to his dying prayer.
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In a narrow grave, just six by three,
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They buried him there on the lone Prairie.


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And the cowboys now as they roam the plain
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For they marked the spot where his bones were lain,
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Fling a handful of roses o'er his grave
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With a prayer to God, his soul to save.