The Burial Of Wild Bill by Captain Jack Crawford Lyrics

Under the sod in the land of gold
We have laid the fearless Bill;
We called him wild, yet a little child
Could bend his iron will
With a generous heart he freely gave
To the poorly-clad unshod;
Think of it, pards, of his noble traits
While you cover him with the sod

Under the sod in the Deadwood gulch
We have laid his last remains
No more his manly form will hail
The Red Man on the plains
And many a heartfelt sigh was heard
As over the sward we trod
And many an eye was filled with tears
As we covered him with the sod

You buried him 'neath the old pine tree
In that little world of ours;
His trusty rifle by his side
His grave all strewn with flowers;
His manly form in sweet repose
That lovely silken hair;
It was a sight we can't forget
That face so bright and fair
Under the sod in the prairie land
We have laid the good and true;
An honest heart and a noble man
Has bade his last adieu
No more his silvery voice will ring;
His spirit has gone to God;
Around his faults let charity cling
While we cover him with the sod