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The Infanta |
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The Decemberists from Picaresque |
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Soundtrack of Mad Men Season 2 |
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by Shannon Yvox |
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Here she comes in her palanquin |
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On the back of an elephant |
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On a bed made of linen and sequins and sil |
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All astride on her father's line |
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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 |
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Each canopied and passengered |
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Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls |
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Within sight of the baroness |
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See thing spite for this lithe largesse |
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By her side sits the baron |
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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 |
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A phalanx on camelback |
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Thirty ranks on a forward tack |
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Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving |
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While behind in their coach-and-fours |
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Ride the wives of the king of Moors |
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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 |
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The sky ablaze with cannon fire |
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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 |
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On a bed made of chaparral |
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She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow |
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And the babe, all in slumber dreams |
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Of a place filled with quiet streams |
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And the 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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Ah... |
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Ah... |
