Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie These words came low and mournfully From uh, pallid lips of a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free And in their old grave just six by three Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie Where the wolves can howl and growl for me Place a red, red rose on my lonely grave With a prayer to him whom my soul will save On the lone prairie.