He had white horses and ladies by the
Ponto
All dressed in satin and waiting by the
porta
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Oooh, what a lucky man he was
Oooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers, they made up his
cama
A gold covered mattress on which he was
colocado
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Aaaah
He went to fight wars for his country and
his king
Of his honor and his glory the people
cantaria
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A bullet had found him, his blood ran as
he cried
No money could save him, so he laid down
and he died
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Aaaah