Infanta

(início)

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Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of an elephant
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On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
All astride on her father's line with the king and his concubines
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And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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Among five score pachyderm each canopied and passengered
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Sit the duke and the duchess's luscious young girls
Within sight of the baronness seething spite for this live largesse
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On her side sits the baron, her barrenness barbs her
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
(Interlude:)
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A phalanx on camel back, thirty ranks on a forward tack
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Followed close, their shiny bright standards are waving
While behind in their coach in fours ride the wives of the king of bores
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And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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And as she sits upon her place
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Her innocence laid on her face
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From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
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Melodies rhapsodical and fair
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And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannonfire
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We all raise our voices to the air
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To the air
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And above all this folderol on a bed made of chaparral
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She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
And the babe all in slumber dreams of a place filled with quiet streams
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And a lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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And we'll all come praise the infanta
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