At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "Tis clear,' cried they, 'our Mayor's a noddy; 25 Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking 30 Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!' At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation. An hour they sate in council, 6 At length the Mayor broke silence: 35 It's easy to bid one rack one's brain- 40 Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!' Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? 'Bless us,' cried the Mayor, 'what's that?' 45 For a plate of turtle green and glutinous), 'Only a scraping of shoes on the mat? Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!' 'Come in!'-the Mayor cried, looking bigger : 55 His queer long coat from heel to head 60 65 Had walked this way from his painted tombstone.' He advanced to the council-table: 70 And, ‘Please your honours,' said he, 'I'm able, All creatures living beneath the sun, On creatures that do people harm, The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper; (And here they noticed round his neck 80 A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To match with his coat of the self-same cheque; And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying, As if impatient to be playing 85 Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) 'Yet,' said he, 'poor Piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; 90 Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats: And, as for what your brain bewilders, Will you give me a thousand guilders?' Into the street the Piper stept, In his quiet pipe the while; To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, 95 100 105 ΠΙΟ 115 120 (As he the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary, Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, 125 And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe; And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter casks; (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery 130 135 So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, 140 And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon, All ready staved, like a great sun shone Just as methought it said, Come, bore me! 145 You should have heard the Hamelin people 150 Of the rats.!'—when suddenly up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, 'First, if you please, my thousand guilders!' A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue; 155 So did the Corporation too. For council dinners made rare havock With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock; And half the money would replenish 160 Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish. 'Our business was done at the river's brink; 'Beside,' quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, We saw with our eyes the vermin sink, 165 And what's dead can't come to life, I think. So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something for drink, And a matter of money to put in your poke; But, as for the guilders, what we spoke 170 Of them, as you very well know, was in joke. The Piper's face fell, and he cried, 175 'No trifling! I can't wait, beside! I've promised to visit by dinner-time Bagdad, and accept the prime Of the Head Cook's pottage, all he's rich in, For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen, Of a nest of scorpions no survivor— 180 'How?' cried the Mayor, ‘d'ye think I'll brook Being worse treated than a Cook? 185 Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst, Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air), 195 |