Pied Piper Of Hamelin, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CADDDAEEA FFGFGGGGHHG AHAHIIJGGHH II K LGMGNON PP AABBGGAA K BBAAJJJJJJBBBQ K LLBIIBRRB STSTSSAAUUGUGGG II K AVAVAAAAAASSSGGGGGGG GSSBABBABTTTTGGGGGBG BI IIB K LLGGGGGG G WWSSXXEESSSSSSSSSB G AAUUIIBBBI B SSAAA B AIIAS| A CHILD'S STORY | A |
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| Written for and inscribed to W M the Younger | B |
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| I | - |
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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 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |
Robert Browning
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