Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie

«O bury me not on the lone prairie»
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of the youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day
«O bury me not on the lone prairie
Where coyotes howl and the wind blows free
In a narrow grave just six by three
O bury me not on the lone prairie»
«It matters not, so I’ve been told
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold
Yet grant, o grant, this wish to me
O bury me not on the lone prairie»