Mr White Horse

Oh Mr. white horse,
You make me wrong in the head,
Each hit fills me with dread,
As I dance around with the dead,
Oh Mr. white Horse,
I can't get enough of you,
Nothing can fill the need,
Others pity me with remorse,
Oh Mr. white horse,
Fair maidens sell themselves for you,
Me being a man, this is hard to do of course,
But I'll find away.... I'll get my fill,
Oh Mr. white horse,
I'm at the end I stole you of course,
And now being shot and dead,
Not many come to my funeral with remorse....