Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

I played this song for ages for teaching purposes but lately I was liking the way it sounded on my OctaveMandolin and I hadn't heard a recording like that so I recorded a version and added some photos. I found a pile of traditional verses, compiled my favourites and changed the odd line here and there to fit better with my style. My wife Natalia helped with the harmonies. Hope you like it, lyrics below for reference.
Oh Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie (traditional)
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the ashen lips of youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and wind blows free
In a narrow grave just six by three
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
It matters not or so I've been told
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold
Yet please do grant this wish to me
O bury me not on the lone prairie
I wish to lie where a mother's prayer
And a sister's tear will mingle there
By my father's grave, there let me be
O bury me not on the lone prairie
"O bury me not..." And his voice failed there
But they took no heed of his dying prayer
In a narrow grave, just six by three
They buried him there on the lone prairie
Now cowboys mourn as they roam the plain
For they marked the spot where his bones were lain
So cross thyself when you pass his grave
Say a prayer to God for his soul to save
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and wind blows free