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The Infanta Tab

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Artist: The Decemberists
 Album: Picaresque
  Song: The Infanta



Main contributor: Andy Bouwman (marpocky@hotmail.com)

         E
Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of an elephant
     F                                 E
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk

All astride on her father's line with the king and his concubines
        F                                      E
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk

          G        D            E
And we'll all come praise the infanta
          G        D            E
And we'll all come praise the infanta

      E
Among five score pachyderm each canopied and passengered
        F                                     E
Sit the duke and the duchess's luscious young girls

Within sight of the baronness seething spite for this live largesse
       F                                   E
On her side sits the baron, her barrenness barbs her

          G        D            E
And we'll all come praise the infanta
          G        D            E
And we'll all come praise the infanta

(Interlude:)
Em D
Em D
Am Bb F

  F
A phalanx on camel back, thirty ranks on a forward tack
         F#                                      F
Followed close, their shiny bright standards are waving

While behind in their coach in fours ride the wives of the king of bores
        F#                                F
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed

          G#       D#         F
And we'll all come praise the infanta
          G#       D#         F
And we'll all come praise the infanta

E                        F
And as she sits upon her place 
E                         F
Her innocence laid on her face
Bb                                F
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Bb                       F
Melodies rhapsodical and fair
Bb                            F
And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannonfire
   E                           F
We all raise our voices to the air
       E
To the air

    E
And above all this folderol on a bed made of chaparral
       F                             E
She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow

And the babe all in slumber dreams of a place filled with quiet streams
      F                                         E
And a lake where her cradle was pulled from the water

          G        D            E
And we'll all come praise the infanta
          G        D            E
And we'll all come praise the infanta
          G        D            E
And we'll all come praise the infanta

End:
G D E
G D E
G D E

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