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The Dying Cowboy
" O then bury me not on the lone prairie, In a narrow grave six foot by three, Where the buffalo paws o'er a prairie sea, O bury me not on the lone prairie.
" I've always wished to be laid when I died In the little churchyard on the green hillside; By my father's grave, there let mine be, And bury me not on the lone prairie
" Let my death slumber be where my mother's
prayer And a sister's tear will mingle there, Where my friends can come and weep o'er me; O bury me not on the lone prairie.
" O bury me not on the lone prairie
In a narrow grave just six by three,
Where the buzzard waits and the wind blows free;
Then bury me not on the lone prairie/
" There is another whose tears may be shed
For one who lies on a prairie bed;
It pained me then and it pains me now; —
She has curled these locks, she has kissed this brow.
" These locks she has curled, shall the rattlesnake
kiss? This brow she has kissed, shall the cold grave press ?