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