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Lyrics:
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 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**
**Chorus**
[[Found by LyricsFetcher Source: Lyrdb Date: 2011-03-03 21:05:51]]
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