He had white horses
  And ladies by the score
  All dressed in satin
  And waiting by the door
  
  Oooh, what a lucky man he was
  
  White lace and feathers
  They made up his bed
  gold covered mattress
  On which he was laid
  
  He went to fight wars
  For his country and his king
  Of his honor and his glory
  The people would sing
  
  bullet had found him
  His blood ran as he cried
  No money could save him
  So he laid down and he died