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 they took no heed to his dying prayer In a narrow grave just six by three They buried him there on the lone prairie Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free Where there's not a soul that will care for me Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie And the cowboys now as they roam the plains For to mark the spot where his bones were lain Fling a handful of roses over his grave With a prayer to god for his soul to save With a prayer to god for his soul to save