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

**chorus**

He went to fight wars, for his country and his king
For his honor and his glory, the people, they 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**