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But as for the guilders, what we spoke
Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
Beside, our losses have made us thrifty.
A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!

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The Piper's face fell, and he cried,
"No trifling! I can't wait, beside!
I've promised to visit by dinner time
Bagdat, 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 stivero !
And folks who put me in a passion
May find me pipe after another fashion.”'

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How?” cried the Mayor, “ d'ye think I brook 185
Being worse treated than a Cook?
Insulted by a lazy ribald
With idle pipe and vesture piebaldo ?
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;

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And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning

Never gave the enraptured air)
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, 200
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scat-

tering,
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
The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

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The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood
As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
Unable to move a step, or cry
To the children merrily skipping by,
- 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.

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“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-side,
A wondrous portal opened wide,
As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;
And the Piper advanced and the children followed,
And when all were in to the very last,
The door in the mountain-side shut fast.
Did I say, all ? No! One was lame,
And could not dance the whole of the way;
And in after years, if you would blame
His sadness, he was used to say,

It's dull in our town since my playmates left!
I can't forget that I'm bereft
Of all the pleasant sights they see,
Which the Piper also promised me.
For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,

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Joining the town and just at hand,
Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew
And flowers put forth a fairer hue,
And everything was strange and new;
The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here, 245
And their dogs outran our fallow deer,
And honey-bees had lost their stings,
And horses were born with eagles' wings:
And just as I became assured
My lame foot would be speedily cured,

250 The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!”

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Alas, alas! for Hamelin !

There came into many a burgher's pate
A text which says that heaven's gate

Opes to the rich at as easy rate
As the needle's eye' takes a camel in!

260 The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South, To offer the Piper, by word of mouth,

Wherever it was men's lot to find him,
Silver and gold to his heart's content,
If he'd only return the way he went,

And bring the children behind him.
But when they saw 'twas a lost endeavor,
And Piper and dancers were gone forever,
They made a decree that lawyers never

Should think their records dated duly
If, after the day of the month and year,
These words did not as well appear,
And so long after what happened here

On the Twenty-second of July,
Thirteen hundred and seventy-six :
And the better in memory to fix
The place of the children's last retreat,
They called it the Pied Piper's Street -
Where any one playing on pipe or tabor
Was sure for the future to lose his labor.
Nor suffered they hostelry or tavern

To shock with mirth a street so solemn;
But opposite the place of the cavern

They wrote the story on a column,
And on the great church-window painted
The same, to make the world acquainted

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How their children were stolen away,
And there it stands to this very day.
And I must not omit to say
That in Transylvania there's a tribe

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Of alien people who ascribe
The outlandish ways and dress
On which their neighbors lay such stress,
To their fathers and mothers having risen
Out of some subterraneous prison

295 Into which they were trepanned Long time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, But how or why, they don't understand.

XV So, Willy, let me and you be wipers Of scores out with all men especially pipers ! And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!

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HERVÉ RIEL

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On the sea and at the Hogue,o sixteen hundred ninety

two, Did the English fight the French, -- woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through

the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks

pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to Saint Malo on the 5

Rance,o
With the English fleet in view.

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