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The Decemberists
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The Infanta
Lyricist:Colin Patrick Meloy
Here she comes in her palanquin On the back of an elephant On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
All astride on her father's line With the king and his concubines And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise the infanta And we'll all come praise the infanta
Among five score pachyderm Each canopied and passengered Sit the Duke and the Duchess' luscious young girls
Within sight of the baroness Seething spite for this live largesse By her side sits the baron, her barrenness barbs her
And we'll all come praise the infanta And we'll all come praise the infanta
A phalanx on camel back Thirty ranks on a forward tack Followed close, their shiny bright standards waving
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com While behind in their coach in fours Ride the wives of the king of moors And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
And we'll all come praise the infanta And we'll all come praise the infanta
And as she sits upon her place Her innocence laid on her face From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies rhapsodical and fair And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannon fire We all raise our voices to the air, to the air
And above all this falderal On a bed made of chaparral She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
And the babe, all in slumber dreams Of a place filled with quiet streams And the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
And we'll all come praise the infanta And we'll all come praise the infanta And we'll all come praise the infanta
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