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His queer long coat from heel to head
Was half of yellow and half of red;
And he himself was tall and thin,
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,
No tuft on cheek, nor beard on chin,

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But lips where smiles went out and in-
There was no guessing his kith and kin!
And nobody could enough admire
The tall man and his quaint attire.

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Quoth one: 'It's as my great grandsire,
Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone,

Had walked this way from his painted tombstone.'

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He advanced to the council-table:

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And, Please your honours,' said he, 'I'm able,

By means of a secret charm, to draw

All creatures living beneath the sun,
That creep, or swim, or fly, or run,
After me so as you never saw !

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And I chiefly use my charm

On creatures that do people harm,

The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper;

And people call me the Pied Piper.'

(And here they noticed round his neck

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A scarf of red and yellow stripe,

To match with his coat of the self-same cheque ;
And at the scarf's end hung a pipe;

And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying,
As if impatient to be playing

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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;
I eased in Asia the Nizam

Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats :

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And, as for what your brain bewilders,
If I can rid your town of rats

Will you give me a thousand guilders?'
'One? fifty thousand !'-was the exclamation
Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.

Into the street the Piper stept,
Smiling first a little smile,
As if he knew what magic slept
In his quiet pipe the while;
Then, like a musical adept,

To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,

And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,
Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;

And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
You heard as if an army muttered;
And the muttering grew to a grumbling;

And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;
And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,

Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
Families by tens and dozens,
Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives-
Followed the Piper for their lives.
From street to street he piped advancing
And step for step they followed dancing,
Until they came to the river Weser,
Wherein all plunged and perished
-Save one, who, stout as Julius Cæsar,
Swam across and lived to carry,

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(As he the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary,

Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe,
I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,

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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;
And it seemed as if a voice

(Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery
Is breathed) called out, Oh! rats, rejoice!
The world is grown to one vast drysaltery!

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So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

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And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,

All ready staved, like a great sun shone
Glorious scarce an inch before me,

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
Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.
'Go,' cried the Mayor, and get long poles!
Poke out the nests and block up the holes!
Consult with carpenters and builders,
And leave in our town not even a trace

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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;

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So did the Corporation too.

For council dinners made rare havock

With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock;
And half the money would replenish

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Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish.
To pay this sum to a wandering fellow
With a gipsy coat of red and yellow!

'Beside,' quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, 'Our business was done at the river's brink;

We saw with our eyes the vermin sink,

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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

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Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
Beside, our losses have made us thrifty;
A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!'

The Piper's face fell, and he cried,
'No trifling! I can't wait, beside!

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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-
With him I proved no bargain-driver,
With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver!
And folks who put me in a passion
May find me pipe to another fashion.'

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'How?' cried the Mayor, 'd'ye think I'll brook

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Being worse treated than a Cook?

Insulted by a lazy ribald

With idle pipe and vesture piebald?

You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,

Blow your pipe there till you burst!'

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Once more he stept into the street;

And to his lips again

Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
And ere he blew three notes (such sweet

Soft notes as yet musician's cunning

Never gave the enraptured air),

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There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering,
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scat-

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Out came the children running.

All the little boys and girls,

With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,

And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after

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The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood

As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
Unable to move a step, or cry

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To the children merrily skipping by-
And could only follow with the eye
That joyous crowd at the Piper's back.
But how the Mayor was on the rack,
And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,
As the Piper turned from the High Street
To where the Weser rolled its waters

Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
However he turned from South to West,

And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,
And after him the children pressed;

Great was the joy in every breast.

'He never can cross that mighty top!

He's forced to let the piping drop,

And we shall see our children stop!'

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When lo! as they reached the mountain's side,

A wondrous portal opened wide,

As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;

And the Piper advanced and the children followed,

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