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Updated: May 6, 2025

"Bury me out on lone prair-ee Out where the snakes and the coyotes be; Drop not a tear on my sage brush grave Out on the lone prair-e-e-e-e-e!" Then the others struck in, their ponies' hoofs making an accompaniment to the gruesome words: "The sands will shift in the desert wind; My bones will rot in the alkali kind; I'll be happier there than ever I be In my grave, on the lone prair-e-e-e-e-e!"

Margaret Burnham - The Girl Aviators on Golden Wings