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The Dying Cowboy
And the blizzard beats and the winds blow free O'er his lowly grave on the lone prairie.
And the cowboys now as they roam the plain, For they marked the spot where his bones were
lain, Fling a handful of roses o'er his grave, With a prayer to Him who his soul will save.
" O bury me not on the lone prairie Where the wolves can howl and growl o'er me; Fling a handful of roses o'er my grave With a prayer to Him who my soul will save."
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