The Lone Prairie Songtext
von Sam Shackleton

"O′ bury me not on the lone prairie"
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips, o' a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day

"It matters not, I have been told
Where the body lies when the heart goes cold
But grant o′ grant this wish to me
Well, bury me not on the lone prairie"


"O' bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
Where not a soul will care for me
O' bury me not on the lone prairie"

"I wish to lie where a mother′s prayer
Or sister′s tear all mingle there
Where friends can come and weep o'er me
O′ bury me not on the lone prairie"

"O' bury me not", his voice failed there
And we took no heed o′ his dying prayer
In a narrow grave, just six by three
O' we buried him there out on the lone prairie


And the cowboys now, as we roam the plains
For we mark the spot where his bones were lain
Put a handful o′ roses o'er his grave
And a prayer to God for the soul to save