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172 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
"0 bury me not on the lone prairie Where the wild coyote will howl o'er me, Where the cold wind weeps and the grasses wave; No sunbeams rest on a prairie grave."
He has wasted and pined till o'er his brow Death's shades are slowly gathering now; He thought of his home with his loved ones nigh, As the cowboys gathered to see him die.
Again he listened to well known words, To the wind's soft sigh and the song of birds; He thought of his home and his native bowers, Where he loved to roam in his childhood hours.
"I've ever wished that when I died, My grave might be on the old hillside, Let there the place of my last rest be— 0 bury me not on the lone prairie!
" O'er my slumbers a mother's prayer And a sister's tears will be mingled there; For 'tis sad to know that the heart-throb's o'er, And that its fountain will gush no more.
"In my dreams I say"— but his voice failed there; And they gave no heed to his dying prayer; In a nanow grave six feet by three, They buried him there on the lone prairie.