He had white horses, and ladies by the score

All dressed in satin, 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

Agold-covered matress, 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, they 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

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