He had white horses,

and ladies by the score

All dressed in satin,

and waiting by the door

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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

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He went to fight wars,

for his country and his king

For his honor and his glory,

the people would sing

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A bullet had found him,

his blood ran as he cried

no money could save him,

so he laid down and he died

**Chorus**

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