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1.G"Oh G6bury me Emnot Emon the Em/Glone praGrie" GThese G6words came Emlow Em7and EmmournEm4ful Gly GFrom the pallid G5lips of a Gyouth who Gmaj7lay GOn his dying Embed at the Em7close of Gday.
2. He has wasted and pined 'til o'er his brow Death's shades were slowly gathering now. He thought of home and loved ones nigh, And the cowboys gathered to see him die. 3. "Oh bury me not on the lone prarie, Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free. In a narrow grave just six by three Oh bury me not on the lone prarie." 4. "It matteres not, I've oft been told, Where the body lies when the heart grows cold. Yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me, Oh bury me not on the lone prarie." 5. "I've always wished to be laid when I died In a little churchyard on a green hillside. By my father's grave there let me be, Oh bury me not on the lone prarie." 6. "I wish to lie where a mother's prayer And a sister's tear will mingle there. Where friends can come and weep o'er me. Oh bury me not on the lone prarie." 7. "For there's another whose tears will shed For the one who lies in a prarie bed. It breaks my heart to think of her now, She has curled these locks; she has kissed this brow." 8. "Oh bury me not..." And his voice failed there But they took no heed to his dying prayer. In a narrow grave, just six by three, They buried him there on the lone prarie. 9. And the cowboys now as they roam the plain For they marked the spot where his bones were lain, Fling a handful of roses o'er his grave With a prayer to God, his soul to save.