He had white horses,

and ladies by the score

All dressed in satin,

and waiting by the door



**Chorus**

ooh, what a lucky man he was,

ooh, what a lucky man he was.



White lace and feathers,

they made up his bed

A gold-covered mattress,

on which he was laid



**Chorus**



He went to fight wars,

for his country and his king

Of his honor and his glory,

the people would sing



**Chorus**



A bullet had found him,

his blood ran as he cried

no money could save him,

so he laid down and he died



**Chorus**



**Chorus**








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