The Pied Piper Of Hamelin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Child's StoryA
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Hamelin Town's in BrunswickB
By famous Hanover cityA
The river Weser deep and wideC
Washes its wall on the southern sideC
A pleasanter spot you never spiedC
But when begins my dittyA
Almost five hundred years agoD
To see the townsfolk suffer soD
From vermin was a pityA
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RatsE
They fought the dogs and killed the catsE
And bit the babies in the cradlesF
And ate the cheeses out of the vatsE
And licked the soup from the cook's own ladlesF
Split open the kegs of salted spratsF
Made nests inside men's Sunday hatsF
And even spoiled the women's chatsF
By drowning their speakingG
With shrieking and squeakingG
In fifty different sharps and flatsF
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At last the people in a bodyA
To the Town Hall came flockingG
'Tis clear cried they our Mayor's a noddyA
And as for our Corporation shockingG
To think we buy gowns lined with ermineH
For dolts that can't or won't determineH
What's best to rid us of our verminI
You hope because you're old and obeseF
To find in the furry civic robe easeF
Rouse up Sirs Give your brains a rackingG
To find the remedy we're lackingG
Or sure as fate we'll send you packingG
At this the Mayor and CorporationH
Quaked with a mighty consternationH
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An hour they sate in councilJ
At length the Mayor broke silenceF
For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sellK
I wish I were a mile henceF
It's easy to bid one rack one's brainL
I'm sure my poor head aches againM
I've scratched it so and all in vainL
Oh for a trap a trap a trapN
Just as he said this what should hapN
At the chamber door but a gentle tapN
Bless us cried the Mayor what's thatA
With the Corporation as he satA
Looking little though wondrous fatA
Nor brighter was his eye nor moisterA
Than a too long opened oysterA
Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinousF
For a plate of turtle green and glutinousF
Only a scraping of shoes on the matA
Anything like the sound of a ratA
Makes my heart go pit a patA
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Come in the Mayor cried looking biggerA
And in did come the strangest figureA
His queer long coat from heel to headA
Was half of yellow and half of redA
And he himself was tall and thinI
With sharp blue eyes each like a pinI
And light loose hair yet swarthy skinI
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chinI
But lips where smiles went out and inI
There was no guessing his kith and kinI
And nobody could enough admireA
The tall man and his quaint attireA
Quoth one It's as my great grandsireA
Starting up at the Trump of Doom's toneO
Had walked this way from his painted tombstoneO
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He advanced to the council tableJ
And Please your honours said he I'm ableJ
By means of a secret charm to drawA
All creatures living beneath the sunH
That creep or swim or fly or runH
After me so as you never sawA
And I chiefly use my charmP
On creatures that do people harmP
The mole and toad and newt and viperA
And people call me the Pied PiperA
And here they noticed round his neckQ
A scarf of red and yellow stripeR
To match with his coat of the selfsame chequeQ
And at the scarf's end hung a pipeR
And his fingers they noticed were ever strayingQ
As if impatient to be playingQ
Upon this pipe as low it dangledA
Over his vesture so old fangledA
Yet said he poor piper as I amS
In Tartary I freed the ChamS
Last June from his huge swarms of gnatsF
I eased in Asia the NizamS
Of a monstrous brood of vampire batsF
And as for what your brain bewildersF
If I can rid your town of ratsF
Will you give me a thousand guildersF
One fifty thousand was the exclamationH
Of the astonished Mayor and CorporationH
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Into the street the Piper steppedA
Smiling first a little smileT
As if he knew what magic sleptA
In his quiet pipe the whileT
Then like a musical adeptA
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkledA
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkledA
Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkledA
And ere three shrill notes the pipe utteredA
You heard as if an army mutteredA
And the muttering grew to a grumblingQ
And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumblingQ
And out of the houses the rats came tumblingQ
Great rats small rats lean rats brawny ratsF
Brown rats black rats grey rats tawny ratsF
Grave old plodders gay young friskersF
Fathers mothers uncles cousinsF
Cocking tails and pricking whiskersF
Families by tens and dozensF
Brothers sisters husbands wivesF
Followed the Piper for their livesF
From street to street he piped advancingQ
And step for step they followed dancingQ
Until they came to the river WeserA
Wherein all plunged and perishedA
Save one who stout a Julius CaesarA
Swam across and lived to carryA
As he the manuscript he cherishedA
To Rat land home his commentaryA
Which was At the first shrill notes of the pipeR
I heard a sound as of scraping tripeR
And putting apples wondrous ripeR
Into a cider press's gripeR
And a moving away of pickle tub boardsF
And a leaving ajar of conserve cupboardsF
And a drawing the corks of train oil flasksF
And a breaking the hoops of butter casksF
And it seemed as if a voiceF
Sweeter far than by harp or by psalteryA
Is breathed called out 'Oh rats rejoiceF
The world is grown to one vast drysalteryA
So munch on crunch on take your nuncheonH
Breakfast supper dinner luncheon '-
And just as a bulky sugar puncheonH
All ready staved like a great sun shoneH
Glorious scarce and inch before meA
Just as methought it said 'Come bore me '-
I found the Weser rolling o'er meA
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You should have heard the Hamelin peopleJ
Ringing the bells till they rocked the steepleJ
Go cried the Mayor and get long polesF
Poke out the nests and block up the holesF
Consult with carpenters and buildersF
And leave in our town not even a traceF
Of the rats when suddenly up the faceF
Of the Piper perked in the market placeF
With a First if you please my thousand guildersF
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A thousand guilders The Mayor looked blueU
So did the Corporation tooU
For council dinners made rare havocQ
With Claret Moselle Vin de Grave HockQ
And half the money would replenishV
Their cellar's biggest butt with RhenishV
To pay this sum to a wandering fellowD
With a gypsy coat of red and yellowD
Beside quoth the Mayor with a knowing winkQ
Our business was done at the river's brinkQ
We saw with our eyes the vermin sinkQ
And what's dead can't come to life I thinkQ
So friend we're not the folks to shrinkQ
From the duty of giving you something for drinkQ
And a matter of money to put in your pokeQ
But as for the guilders what we spokeQ
Of them as you very well know was in jokeQ
Beside our losses have made us thriftyA
A thousand guilders Come take fiftyA
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The Piper's face fell and he criedA
No trifling I can't wait besideA
I've promised to visit by dinner timeS
Bagdat and accept the primeS
Of the Head Cook's pottage all he's rich inH
For having left in the Calip's kitchenH
Of a nest of scorpions no survivorA
With him I proved no bargain driverA
With you don't think I'll bate a stiverA
And folks who put me in a passionH
May find me pipe to another fashionH
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How cried the Mayor d'ye think I'll brookQ
Being worse treated than a CookQ
Insulted by a lazy ribaldA
With idle pipe and vesture piebaldA
You threaten us fellow Do your worstA
Blow your pipe there till you burstA
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Once more he stepped into the streetA
And to his lips againH
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight caneH
And ere he blew three notes such sweetA
Soft notes as yet musician's cunningQ
Never gave the enraptured airA
There was a rustling that seemed like a bustlingQ
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustlingQ
Small feet were pattering wooden shoes clatteringQ
Little hands clapping and little tongues chatteringQ
And like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scatteringQ
Out came the children runningQ
All the little boys and girlsF
With rosy cheeks and flaxen curlsF
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearlsF
Tripping and skipping ran merrily afterA
The wonderful music with shouting and laughterA
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The Mayor was dumb and the Council stoodA
As if they were changed into blocks of woodA
Unable to move a step or cryA
To the children merrily skipping byA
And could only follow with the eyeA
That joyous crowd at the Piper's backQ
But how the Mayor was on the rackQ
And the wretched Council's bosoms beatA
As the Piper turned from the High StreetA
To where the Weser rolled its watersF
Right in the way of their sons and daughtersF
However he turned from South to WestA
And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressedA
And after him the children pressedA
Great was the joy in every breastA
He never can cross that mighty topW
He's forced to let the piping dropW
And we shall see our children stopW
When lo as they reached the mountain's sideA
A wondrous portal opened wideA
As if a cavern was suddenly hollowedA
And the Piper advanced and the children followedA
And when all were in to the very lastA
The door in the mountain side shut fastA
Did I say all No One was lameS
And could not dance the whole of the wayX
And in after years if you would blameS
His sadness he was used to sayX
It's dull in our town since my playmates leftA
I can't forget that I'm bereftA
Of all the pleasant sights they seeA
Which the Piper also promised meA
For he led us he said to a joyous landA
Joining the town and just at handA
Where waters gushed and fruit trees grewU
And flowers put forth a fairer hueU
And everything was strange and newU
The sparrows were brighter than peacocks hereA
And their dogs outran our fallow deerA
And honey bees had lost their stingsF
And horses were born with eagles' wingsF
And just as I became assuredA
My lame foot would be speedily curedA
The music stopped and I stood stillY
And found myself outside the HillY
Left alone against my willY
To go now limping as beforeA
And never hear of that country moreA
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Alas alas for HamelinH
There came into many a burgher's pateA
A text which says that Heaven's GateA
Opes to the Rich at as easy rateA
As the needle's eye takes a camel inH
The Mayor sent East West North and SouthZ
To offer the Piper by word of mouthZ
Wherever it was men's lot to find himS
Silver and gold to his heart's contentA
If he'd only return the way he wentA
And bring the children behind himS
But when they saw 'twas a lost endeavourA
And Piper and dancers were gone for everA
They made a decree that lawyers neverA
Should think their records dated dulyA
If after the day of the month and yearA
These words did not as well appearA
And so long after what happened hereA
On the Twenty second of JulyA
Thirteen hundred and seventy sixF
And the better in memory to fixF
The place of the children's last retreatA
They called it the Pied Piper's StreetA
Where any one playing on pipe or taborA
Was sure for the future to lose his labourA
Nor suffered they hostelry or tavernH
To shock with mirth a street so solemnH
But opposite the place of the cavernH
They wrote the story on a columnH
And on the great Church Window paintedA
The same to make the world acquaintedA
How their children were stolen awayX
And there it stands to this very dayX
And I must not omit to sayX
That in Transylvania there's a tribeA2
Of alien people that ascribeA2
The outlandish ways and dressF
On which their neighbours lay such stressF
To their fathers and mothers having risenH
Out of some subterraneous prisonH
Into which they were trepannedX
Long time ago in a mighty bandX
Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick landX
But how or why they don't understandX
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So Willy let you and me be wipersF
Of scores out with all men especially pipersF
And whether they pipe us free from rats or from miceF
If we've promised them aught let us keep our promiseF

Robert Browning



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