Standard (EADGBE)

Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of an elephant

On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk

All astride on her father's line with the king and his concubines

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

Among five score pachyderm each canopied and passengered

Sit the duke and the duchess's luscious young girls

Within sight of the baronness seething spite for this live largesse

On 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

(Interlude:)

A phalanx on camel back, thirty ranks on a forward tack

Followed close, their shiny bright standards are waving

While behind in their coach in fours ride the wives of the king of bores

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

Melodies rhapsodical and fair

And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannonfire

We all raise our voices to the air

To the air

And above all this folderol on a bed made of chaparral

She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow

And the babe all in slumber dreams of a place filled with quiet streams

And a 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