He had white horses, and ladies by the score All dressed in satin, and waiting by the door **Chorus** 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 **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 **Chorus** **Chorus**