lucky man

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, a 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, a bullet had found him, his blood ran as he cried, no money could save him, so he laid down and he died