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
**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**
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