“O, bury me not on the lone prairie,” These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips o' a youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day. “It matters not, I have been told, Where the body lies when the heart grows cold, But grant, O' grant this wish to me; O, bury me not on the lone prairie. “O, bury me not on the lone prairie, Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free Where not a soul will care for me; O, bury me not on the lone prairie. “I wish to lie where a mother's prayer Or a sister's tear will linger there, Where friends can come and weep o'er me; O, bury me not on the lone prairie. “O bury me not...” his voice failed there, And we took no heed o' his dying prayer; In a narrow grave, just six by three We buried him there on the lone prairie. And the cowboys now as they roam the plain-- For we marked the spot where his bones were lain-- Flung a handful o' roses o'er his grave And prayed to God for his soul to save.
Seriously! It does not surprise me that it was incredibly popular in the nineteenth century and has withstood the test of time! Tinsley writes that the song was TOO popular, recounting this hilarious bit from a fellow named "Teddy Blue" Abbott: "It was a saying on the range that even the horses nickered it and the coyotes howled it; it got so they'd throw you in the creek if you sang it. I first heard it in [18]81 or '82, and by '85 it was prohibited."
Keep at it! Once it comes, it becomes very easy! I have some other videos where I practice close-up which might make it easier to see; that may help. I hope you'll pop by and let us know when you've got it!
Thank you, Kyle!! Believe it or not, no! These are Aguila Nylguts--their "Minstrel" series. At least, I think so--these are the strings that my friend Chris had on the banjo when he sold it to me! I'm definitely becoming attached to the fretless. I was so scared of it for months, ha!
I really like this song It reminds me of John Fahey when he plays Dream of the Origin of the French Broad River I played a song for you on my channel of Yann Tiersen comptine d un autre ete
I'm so glad you like it! I like it too--it's one of those sad songs I was telling you about that are good to hear even though they make you sad. Thank you so much for the recommendation! You have great taste in music. Wow, thank you for posting that for me! Amazing!
“O, bury me not on the lone prairie,”
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips o' a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day.
“It matters not, I have been told,
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold,
But grant, O' grant this wish to me;
O, bury me not on the lone prairie.
“O, bury me not on the lone prairie,
Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free
Where not a soul will care for me;
O, bury me not on the lone prairie.
“I wish to lie where a mother's prayer
Or a sister's tear will linger there,
Where friends can come and weep o'er me;
O, bury me not on the lone prairie.
“O bury me not...” his voice failed there,
And we took no heed o' his dying prayer;
In a narrow grave, just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie.
And the cowboys now as they roam the plain--
For we marked the spot where his bones were lain--
Flung a handful o' roses o'er his grave
And prayed to God for his soul to save.
Very well done Madeleine, it's been good seeing your progress with this song.
As always, I could not have made any progress without you, friend. Thank you.
Great job as always, wonderful aesthetics. The way the light shines through the headstock is great.
You always have an eye for detail!! I had planned for the golden hour but by the time I got a passable take it was dark hahaha
This is all so haunting. Bravo
What a great song, with even better lyrics.
Seriously! It does not surprise me that it was incredibly popular in the nineteenth century and has withstood the test of time! Tinsley writes that the song was TOO popular, recounting this hilarious bit from a fellow named "Teddy Blue" Abbott: "It was a saying on the range that even the horses nickered it and the coyotes howled it; it got so they'd throw you in the creek if you sang it. I first heard it in [18]81 or '82, and by '85 it was prohibited."
Love it! Beautiful setting too!
This is good 👍. I’m trying to learn it now with varying degrees of success.
Keep at it! Once it comes, it becomes very easy! I have some other videos where I practice close-up which might make it easier to see; that may help. I hope you'll pop by and let us know when you've got it!
This is killer Mads! I love your banjo sound too. Are those gut strings I hear?
Thank you, Kyle!! Believe it or not, no! These are Aguila Nylguts--their "Minstrel" series. At least, I think so--these are the strings that my friend Chris had on the banjo when he sold it to me! I'm definitely becoming attached to the fretless. I was so scared of it for months, ha!
I really like this song
It reminds me of John Fahey when he plays Dream of the Origin of the French Broad River
I played a song for you on my channel of Yann Tiersen comptine d un autre ete
I'm so glad you like it! I like it too--it's one of those sad songs I was telling you about that are good to hear even though they make you sad. Thank you so much for the recommendation! You have great taste in music. Wow, thank you for posting that for me! Amazing!
Great atmosphere
Sounds great, but the audio seems off
It definitely is. This was my first time trying a mic with my camera. You are welcome to help if you can! Any tips or places to learn?
I'm using a Rode mic with a Nikon D750.
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