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
Of 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

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