Оригинален текст
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**