He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Chorus: Ooooh what a lucky man he was(x2) White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Chorus He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of 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
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