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Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth
Who lay on the bloody ground at the close of day
Oh bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three
We burried him there on the lone prairie
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
Where there's not a soul that will care for me
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
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