Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of an elephant
with the king and his concubines
on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk.
All astride on her father's line
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.
sit the duke and the duchess's luscious young girls
Among five
within sight of the baroness (seething spite
sits the baron. Her barrenness barbs her.
And we'll all come praise the infanta.
for this live largess,) by her side
And we'll all come praise the infanta. Up the lengths on camelback, thirty ranks
on her forward tack follow close,
their shiny bright standards a'waving.
While behind, in their coaching 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:
And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannonfire,
we all raise our voices to the air, to the air.
melodies rhapsodical and fair. And above all this falderal on a bed made of chaparral
she is laid, a coronal placed on her brow.
of a place filled with quiet screams
And the babe, all in slumbered dreams 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.
And we'll all come praise the infanta.
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