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Pied Piper Of Hamelin, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A CHILD'S STORY	A
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Written for and inscribed to W M the Younger	B
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Hamelin Town's in Brunswick	C
By famous Hanover city	A
The river Weser deep and wide	D
Washes its wall on the southern side	D
A pleasanter spot you never spied	D
But when begins my ditty	A
Almost five hundred years ago	E
To see the townsfolk suffer so	E
From vermin was a pity	A
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II	-
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Rats	F
They fought the dogs and killed the cats	F
And bit the babies in the cradles	G
And ate the cheeses out of the vats	F
And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles	G
Split open the kegs of salted sprats	G
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats	G
And even spoiled the women's chats	G
By drowning their speaking	H
With shrieking and squeaking	H
In fifty different sharps and flats	G
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III	-
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At last the people in a body	A
To the Town Hall came flocking	H
'Tis clear '' cried they our Mayor's a noddy	A
And as for our Corporation shocking	H
To think we buy gowns lined with ermine	I
For dolts that can't or won't determine	I
What's best to rid us of our vermin	J
You hope because you're old and obese	G
To find in the furry civic robe ease	G
Rouse up sirs Give your brains a racking	H
To find the remedy we're lacking	H
Or sure as fate we'll send you packing ''	-
At this the Mayor and Corporation	I
Quaked with a mighty consternation	I
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IV	K
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An hour they sat in council	L
At length the Mayor broke silence	G
For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell	M
I wish I were a mile hence	G
It's easy to bid one rack one's brain	N
I'm sure my poor head aches again	O
I've scratched it so and all in vain	N
Oh for a trap a trap a trap ''	-
Just as he said this what should hap	P
At the chamber door but a gentle tap	P
Bless us '' cried the Mayor what's that ''	-
With the Corporation as he sat	A
Looking little though wondrous fat	A
Nor brighter was his eye nor moister	B
Than a too long opened oyster	B
Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous	G
For a plate of turtle green and glutinous	G
Only a scraping of shoes on the mat	A
Anything like the sound of a rat	A
Makes my heart go pit a pat ''	-
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V	K
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Come in '' the Mayor cried looking bigger	B
And in did come the strangest figure	B
His queer long coat from heel to head	A
Was half of yellow and half of red	A
And he himself was tall and thin	J
With sharp blue eyes each like a pin	J
And light loose hair yet swarthy skin	J
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin	J
But lips where smiles went out and in	J
There was no guessing his kith and kin	J
And nobody could enough admire	B
The tall man and his quaint attire	B
Quoth one It's as my great grandsire	B
Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone	Q
Had walked this way from his painted tombstone ''	-
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VI	K
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He advanced to the council table	L
And Please your honours '' said he I'm able	L
By means of a secret charm to draw	B
All creatures living beneath the sun	I
That creep or swim or fly or run	I
After me so as you never saw	B
And I chiefly use my charm	R
On creatures that do people harm	R
The mole and toad and newt and viper	B
And people call me the Pied Piper ''	-
And here they noticed round his neck	S
A scarf of red and yellow stripe	T
To match with his coat of the self same cheque	S
And at the scarf's end hung a pipe	T
And his fingers they noticed were ever straying	S
As if impatient to be playing	S
Upon this pipe as low it dangled	A
Over his vesture so old fangled	A
Yet '' said he poor piper as I am	U
In Tartary I freed the Cham	U
Last June from his huge swarms of gnats	G
I eased in Asia the Nizam	U
Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats	G
And as for what your brain bewilders	G
If I can rid your town of rats	G
Will you give me a thousand guilders ''	-
One fifty thousand '' was the exclamation	I
Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation	I
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VII	K
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Into the street the Piper stept	A
Smiling first a little smile	V
As if he knew what magic slept	A
In his quiet pipe the while	V
Then like a musical adept	A
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled	A
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled	A
Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled	A
And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered	A
You heard as if an army muttered	A
And the muttering grew to a grumbling	S
And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling	S
And out of the houses the rats came tumbling	S
Great rats small rats lean rats brawny rats	G
Brown rats black rats grey rats tawny rats	G
Grave old plodders gay young friskers	G
Fathers mothers uncles cousins	G
Cocking tails and pricking whiskers	G
Families by tens and dozens	G
Brothers sisters husbands wives	G
Followed the Piper for their lives	G
From street to street he piped advancing	S
And step for step they followed dancing	S
Until they came to the river Weser	B
Wherein all plunged and perished	A
Save one who stout as Julius Caesar	B
Swam across and lived to carry	B
As he the manuscript he cherished	A
To Rat land home his commentary	B
Which was At the first shrill notes of the pipe	T
I heard a sound as of scraping tripe	T
And putting apples wondrous ripe	T
Into a cider press's gripe	T
And a moving away of pickle tub boards	G
And a leaving ajar of conserve cupboards	G
And a drawing the corks of train oil flasks	G
And a breaking the hoops of butter casks	G
And it seemed as if a voice	G
Sweeter far than b y' harp or b y' psaltery	B
Is breathed called out Oh rats rejoice	G
The world is grown to one vast drysaltery	B
So munch on crunch on take your nuncheon	I
Breakfast supper dinner luncheon '	-
And just as a bulky sugar puncheon	I
All ready staved like a great sun shone	I
Glorious scarce an inch before me	B
Just as methought it said Come bore me '	-
I found the Weser rolling o'er me ''	-
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VIII	K
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You should have heard the Hamelin people	L
ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple	L
Go '' cried the Mayor and get long poles	G
Poke out the nests and block up the holes	G
Consult with carpenters and builders	G
And leave in our town not even a trace	G
Of the rats '' when suddenly up the face	G
Of the Piper perked in the market place	G
With a First if you please my thousand guilders ''	-
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IX	G
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A thousand guilders The Mayor looked blue	W
So did the Corporation too	W
For council dinners made rare havoc	S
With Claret Moselle Vin de Grave Hock	S
And half the money would replenish	X
Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish	X
To pay this sum to a wandering fellow	E
With a gipsy coat of red and yellow	E
Beside '' quoth the Mayor with a knowing wink	S
Our business was done at the river's brink	S
We saw with our eyes the vermin sink	S
And what's dead can't come to life I think	S
So friend we're not the folks to shrink	S
From the duty of giving you something for drink	S
And a matter of money to put in your poke	S
But as for the guilders what we spoke	S
Of them as you very well know was in joke	S
Beside our losses have made us thrifty	B
A thousand guilders Come take fifty ''	-
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X	G
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The Piper's face fell and he cried	A
No trifling I can't wait beside	A
I've promised to visit by dinnertime	U
Bagdat and accept the prime	U
Of the Head Cook's pottage all he's rich in	I
For having left in the Caliph's kitchen	I
Of a nest of scorpions no survivor	B
With him I proved no bargain driver	B
With you don't think I'll bate a stiver	B
And folks who put me in a passion	I
May find me pipe after another fashion ''	-
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XI	B
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How '' cried the Mayor d'ye think I brook	S
Being worse treated than a Cook	S
Insulted by a lazy ribald	A
With idle pipe and vesture piebald	A
You threaten us fellow Do your worst	A
Blow your pipe there till you burst ''	-
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XII	B
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Once more he stept into the street	A
And to his lips again	I
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane	I
And ere he blew three notes such sweet	A
Soft notes as yet musician's cunning	S