O 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 a youth who lay
On his dying-bed at the close of day
O bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
In a narrow grave just six by three
O bury me not on the lone prairie
O bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed of his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie
Yes, we buried him there on the lone prairie