Won't you tell me, Molly darling That you love none else but me For I love you, Molly darling You are all the world to me Molly dearest sweetest fairest Look up darling tell me this If you love me, molly darling, May your answer be a kiss Stars are shinin’, Molly darling Through the misty pale of night They seem laughin’ Molly darling While fair luna gives her light No one sees us but the flowers As they hang their heads in shame They are modest, Molly darling When they hear me call your name Molly, dearest, sweetest, fairest Look up darling tell me this If you love me, Molly darling May your answer be a kiss I must leave you, Molly darling Though it breaks, my heart to go When the sun shines, Molly darling I will meet you here again Goodbye, Molly Goodbye, sweetheart Happy may you ever be When you’re dreaming, Molly darling Would you sometimes dream of me Molly, dearest sweetest fairest Look up darling tell me this If you love me, molly darling, May your answer be a kiss

O bury me not on the lone prairie
 These words came low and mournfully
 From the cold pale lips of a youth who lay
 On his dying bed at the close of day He’d waited and pined til upon his brow
 death’s shadows fast were drawin’ now
 He thought of his home and his loved ones nigh 
As the cowboys gathered to see him die How oft I’ve heard the well-known words
 Of the free wild wind and the sound of birds
 I’ve thought of my home and the cottonwood bare 
And the songs I’d learned in that childhood hour I always wished to be laid when I died
 In the old churchyard ‘neath the green hillside 
By my father’s grave, there let mine be
 O bury me not on the lone prairie O bury me not on the lone prairie 
Where the wild coyotes may howl over me
 Where rattlesnakes hiss and the crow flies free 
O bury me not on the lone prairie And there is another whose tears will be shed For one who lies on a prairie bed; It pained me then and it pains me now— She has curled these locks, she has kissed this brow. I want to be laid where mother’s prayers 
And sister’s tears will mingle there
 Where my friends can come and weep over me 
O bury me not on the lone prairie where the dewdrop fall and the butterfly rest where the wild blossoms bloom on the prairie’s crest where the buffalo roam and the wind blows free oh bury me not on the lone prairie O bury me not and his voice fell there 
But we heeded not his dying prayer 
In a narrow grave just six by three
 O we buried our boy on the lone prairie where the dewdrop fall and the butterfly rest where the wild blossoms bloom on the prairie’s crest where the buffalo roam and wind blow free oh we buried our boy on the lone prairie

The original poem in German: Ich bin auf der Welt zu allein und doch nicht allein genug, um jede Studen zu weihen. Ich bin auf der Welt zu gering und doch nicht klein genug, um vor dir zu sein wie ein Ding, dunkel und klug. Ich will meinen Willen und will meinen Willen begleiten die Wege zur Tat; und will in stillen, irgendwie zörgernden Zeiten, wenn etwas naht, unter den Wissenden sein oder allein. Ich will dich immer spiegeln in ganzer Gestalt, und will niemals blind sein oder zu alt, um dein schweres schwankendes Bild zu halten. Ich will mich entfalten. Nirgends will ich gebogen bleiben, denn dort bin ich gelogen, wo ich gebogen bin. Und ich will meinen Sinn wahr vor dir. Ich will mich beschreiben wie ein Bild, das ich sah, lange und nah, wie ein Wort, das ich begriff, wie meinen täglichen Krug, wie meiner Mutter Gesicht, wie ein Schiff, das mich trug durch den tödlichsten Sturm. English translation: (from https://thefloatinglibrary.com/2010/01/02/i-am-too-alone-in-the-world-and-yet-not-alone-enough/) I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough 
to make every hour holy. 
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough 
just to stand before you like a thing, 
dark and shrewd. 
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
 and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
 I want to be with those who are wise
 or else alone.
 I want always to be a mirror that reflects your whole being, 
and never to be too blind or too old
 to hold your heavy, swaying image. 
I want to unfold. 
Nowhere do I want to remain folded,
 because where I am bent and folded, there I am lying.
 And I want my meaning 
true for you. I want to describe myself
 like a painting that I studied
 closely for a long, long time,
 like a word I finally understood,
 like the pitcher of water I use every day, 
like the face of my mother,
 like a ship
 that carried me 
through the deadliest storm of all.

Rose Run, it’s far back on Bunner’s Ridge, close to Morgantown It was and still is the place that she comes from A farmer’s daughter fell in love With a farmer’s son It started easy, and for a time It fooled everyone How she loved that man, he was her everything And he loved her too, Every night they’d sit by the fire and sing It was bliss, as long As he was out having fun She’d do the chores, stay at home til the work was done It’s hard to say when the changes came Maybe it was sudden, maybe slow and with pain Soon, their shutters stayed drawn And long sleeves hid her bruised-up skin Her eyes lost their sparkle And her laughter, it was blown away with the wind Rose run, far away from here Rose run, you should not stay Rose run, far away from here Rose run, but please don’t stay Wild roses in the valley They covered everything, Like wildfire, they choked the very sunlight from the soil Morning hit, and as he started drinkin’ she quietly packed her bags, and rose she ran Rose run, far away from here Rose run, you should not stay Rose run, far away from here Rose run, but please don’t stay

Now, the water’s wide, I cain’t cross over, And neither have I the wings to fly. But give me a boat that will carry two, And we both will row, my love and I. I leaned my back against an oak, Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, and then it broke, so has my false true love for me. Oh, the water’s wide, and I cain’t cross over, And neither do I have wings to fly. But give me a boat that will carry two, And we both will row, my love and I. I put my hand into a bush, Thinkin’ the fairest flower to find, But I pricked my finger to the bone, And I left the fairest flower behind. Oh the water’s wide, I cain’t cross over, And neither do I have wings to fly. But give me a boat that will carry two, And we both will row, my love and I. Now, there’s a ship that sails the sea, She's a-laiden down as a ship can be, But not more deep as the love I'm in, And I don’t know if I’ll sink or swim. Oh the water’s wide, I cain’t cross over, And neither do I have wings to fly. But give me a boat that will carry two, And we both will row, my love and I.