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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