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