The Singing Scoutmaster: Bury Me Not

G"Oh bury me Emnot on the lone PraGirie"

GThese words came Emlow and mourn - Em4ful - Gly

GFrom the pallid lips of a youth who Gmlay

GOn his dying Embed at the close of Gday.

GHe has wasted Emand pined 'til o'er his bGrow

GDeath's shades weEmre slowly gatherEm4ing noGw.

GHe thought of home and loved ones niGmgh,

GAnd the cowboEmys gathered to see hGim die.

G"Oh bury me Emnot on the lone PraGirie,

GWhere the coyotesEmhowl and the wiEm4nd bloGws free.

GIn a narrow grave just six by threeGm

GOh bury me noEmt on the lone PrairiGe."

G"It matters Emnot, I've oft been Gtold,

GWhere the body liEmes when the hearEm4t growGs cold.

GYet grant, oh grant, this wish to meGm,

GOh bury me noEmt on the lone PrairiGe."

G"I've alwaysEmwished to be laid Gwhen I died

GIn a little churcEmhyard on a greenEm4hillsGide.

GBy my father's grave there let me beGm,

GOh bury me noEmt on the lone PrairiGe."

G"I wish to lEmie where a mother'sGprayer

GAnd a sister's teEmar will mingle tEm4here.G

GWhere friends can come and weep o'erGmme.

GOh bury me noEmt on the lone PrairiGe."

G"For there'sEmanother whose tearGs will shed

GFor the one who lEmies in a PrairieEm4bed.G

GIt breaks my heart to think of her nGmow,

GShe has curled thesEme locks; she has kissed this bGrow."

G"Oh bury me Emnot..." And his voiGce failed there

GBut they took no Emheed to his dyinEm4g prayGer.

GIn a narrow grave, just six by threeGm,

GThey buried hEmim there on the loneGPrairie.

GAnd the cowbEmoys now as they roaGm the plain

GFor they marked tEmhe spot where hiEm4s boneGs were lain,

GFling a handful of roses o'er his grGmave

GWith a prayerEmto God, his soul toGsave.