25 acessos
Ele tinha cavalos brancos
E garotas pelos pontos
Todo vestido de cetim
E esperando na porta
Oooh, que homem de sorte ele era
Renda branca e penas
Eles arrumaram sua cama
O outro cobria seu colchão
Em que ele se deitava
Ele foi lutar na guerra
Para seu país e seu rei
Para sua honra e sua glória
As pessoas cantariam
Uma bala o encontrou
Seu sangue corria como suas lágrimas
Dinheiro nenhum poderia salvá-lo
Então ele se deitou e morreu
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