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
Recently I sang this stanza in a public performance of the classic cowboy song, “The Dying Cowboy,” better known as “Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie.” It took a while: the standard version of the song, the Lomax text, runs to thirteen stanzas, plus choruses. That line about flinging roses onto the lonely grave is just one of many exceedingly poetic passages.