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==General Information==
==General Information==
<b>Title:</b> <i>The Pied Piper of Hamelin </i><br>
{{Title|''The Pied Piper of Hamelin ''}}
<b>Composer:</b> [[Charles Hubert Hastings Parry]]<br>
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Lyricist|Robert Browning}}


<b>Number of voices:</b> 4vv&nbsp;<b>Voicing:</b> SATB<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB|add=with T, B soli}}
'''Soloists:'''<br>
{{Genre|Secular|Motets}}
'''Genre:''' Secular music<br>
{{Language|English}}
<b>Language:</b> [[English]]<br>
{{Instruments|Piano}}
<b>Instruments: </b>Piano <br>
{{Pub|1|1905}}
<b>Published: </b> 1905<br>
{{Descr|}}
 
<b>Description: </b> <br>
 
<b>External websites: </b>


{{#ExtWeb:
*On-line copy of Public Domain score on [http://books.google.com/books?id=P2YRAAAAYAAJ Google Books].}}
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
 
{{Text|English|
{{Text|English}}
 
:Robert Browning
:Robert Browning
:The Pied Piper of Hamelin
:The Pied Piper of Hamelin
:A child's story.
:A child's story.


 
:::I.
:::I.  
 
:Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
:Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
:By famous Hanover city;
:By famous Hanover city;
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:Almost five hundred years ago,
:Almost five hundred years ago,
:To see the townsfolk suffer so
:To see the townsfolk suffer so
:From vermin, what a pity!  
:From vermin, what a pity!
 
 
:::II.


:::II.
:Rats!
:Rats!
:They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
:They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
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:By drowning their speaking
:By drowning their speaking
:With shrieking and squeaking
:With shrieking and squeaking
:In fifty different sharps and flats.
:In fifty different sharps and flats.
 
 
:::III.  


:::III.
:At last the people in a body
:At last the people in a body
:To the town hall came flocking:
:To the town hall came flocking:
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:Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
:Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
:At this the mayor and corporation
:At this the mayor and corporation
:Quaked with a mighty consternation.
:Quaked with a mighty consternation.
 
 
:::IV.  


:::IV.
:An hour they sat in council;
:An hour they sat in council;
:At length the mayor broke silence
:At length the mayor broke silence
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:"Only a scraping of shoes on the mat
:"Only a scraping of shoes on the mat
:Anything like the sound of a rat
:Anything like the sound of a rat
:Slakes my heart go pit-a-pat!"  
:Slakes my heart go pit-a-pat!"
 
 
:::V.


:::V.
:"Come in!"—the mayor cried, looking bigger:
:"Come in!"—the mayor cried, looking bigger:
:And in did come the strangest figure!
:And in did come the strangest figure!
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:Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire,
:Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire,
:Starting up at the trump of doom's tone,
:Starting up at the trump of doom's tone,
:Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"  
:Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"
 
 
:::VI.


:::VI.
:He advanced to the council table:
:He advanced to the council table:
:And, "Please your honors," said he, "I'm able,
:And, "Please your honors," said he, "I'm able,
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:Will you give me a thousand guilders?"
:Will you give me a thousand guilders?"
:"One? fifty thousand!"—was the exclamation
:"One? fifty thousand!"—was the exclamation
:Of the astonished mayor and corporation.
:Of the astonished mayor and corporation.
 
 
:::VII.  


:::VII.
:Into the street the piper stepped
:Into the street the piper stepped
:Smiling first a little smile,
:Smiling first a little smile,
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:Glorious scarce an inch before me,
:Glorious scarce an inch before me,
:Just as methought it said, 'Come, bore me!'
:Just as methought it said, 'Come, bore me!'
:—I found the Weser rolling o'er me."  
:—I found the Weser rolling o'er me."
 
 
:::VIII.


:::VIII.
:You should have heard the Hamelin people
:You should have heard the Hamelin people
:Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.
:Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.
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:With a "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"
:With a "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"


 
:::IX.
:::IX.  
 
:A thousand guilders! The mayor looked blue;
:A thousand guilders! The mayor looked blue;
:So did the corporation too.
:So did the corporation too.
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:Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
:Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
:Beside, our losses have made us thrifty.
:Beside, our losses have made us thrifty.
:A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!"  
:A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!"
 
 
:::X.


:::X.
:The piper's face fell, and he cried,
:The piper's face fell, and he cried,
:"No trifling! I can't wait. Beside,
:"No trifling! I can't wait. Beside,
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:May find me pipe after another fashion."
:May find me pipe after another fashion."


 
:::XI.
:::XI.  
 
:"How?" cried the mayor, "d'ye think I brook
:"How?" cried the mayor, "d'ye think I brook
:Being worse treated than a cook?
:Being worse treated than a cook?
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:Blow your pipe there till you burst!"
:Blow your pipe there till you burst!"


 
:::XII.
:::XII.  
 
:Once more he stepped into the street
:Once more he stepped into the street
:And to his lips again
:And to his lips again
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:And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
:And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
:Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
:Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
:The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
:The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
 
 
:::XIII.  


:::XIII.
:The mayor was dumb, and the council stood
:The mayor was dumb, and the council stood
:As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
:As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
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:Left alone against my will,
:Left alone against my will,
:To go now limping as before,
:To go now limping as before,
:And never hear of that country more!"  
:And never hear of that country more!"
 
 
:::XIV.


:::XIV.
:Also, alas, for Hamelin!
:Also, alas, for Hamelin!
:There came into many a burgher's pate
:There came into many a burgher's pate
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:How their children were stolen away,
:How their children were stolen away,
:And there it stands to this very day.
:And there it stands to this very day.
----------- Lyric ends - Poem continues ------
:And I must not omit to say
:And I must not omit to say
:That in Transylvania there's a tribe
:That in Transylvania there's a tribe
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:Long time ago in a mighty band
:Long time ago in a mighty band
:Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land,
:Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land,
:But how or why, they don't understand.
:But how or why, they don't understand.
 
 
:::XV.  


:::XV.
:So, Willy, let me and you be wipers
:So, Willy, let me and you be wipers
:Of scores out with all men—especially pipers!
:Of scores out with all men—especially pipers!
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:If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise.
:If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise.


'''Lyrics: Robert Browning, 1888. '''}}


 
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{{Cleanup}} The overall heading is missing the 'e' in Hamelin, and I couldn't find a way to fix that.  Also, the lyrics on this page extend 15 lines beyond the lyrics in the sheet music.

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General Information

Title: The Pied Piper of Hamelin
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Robert Browning

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB, with T, B soli
Genre: SecularMotet

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1905
Description: 


External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Robert Browning
The Pied Piper of Hamelin
A child's story.

I.
Hamelin town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But when begins my ditty,
Almost five hundred years ago,
To see the townsfolk suffer so
From vermin, what a pity!

II.
Rats!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles.
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women's chats
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.

III.
At last the people in a body
To the town hall came flocking:
"'Tis clear," cried they, "our mayor's a noddy;
And as for our corporation—shocking
To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
For dolts that can't or won't determine
What's best to rid us of our vermin!
Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we're lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
At this the mayor and corporation
Quaked with a mighty consternation.

IV.
An hour they sat in council;
At length the mayor broke silence
"For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell;
I wish I were a mile hence!
It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—
I'm sure my poor head aches again,
I've scratched it so, and all in vain.
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?"
(With the corporation as he sat
Looking little though wondrous fat;
Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister
Than a too-long-opened oyster,
Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous
For a plate of turtle green and glutinous),
"Only a scraping of shoes on the mat
Anything like the sound of a rat
Slakes my heart go pit-a-pat!"

V.
"Come in!"—the mayor cried, looking bigger:
And in did come the strangest figure!
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,
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.
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!"

VI.
He advanced to the council table:
And, "Please your honors," 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!
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
A scarf of red and yellow stripe,
To match with his coat of the selfsame check;
And at the scarf's end hung a pipe;
And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying
As if impatient to be playing
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 vampire bats:
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.

VII.
Into the street the piper stepped
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, gray 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 Caesar,
Swam across and lived to carry
To rat-land home his commentary:
Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe,
I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,
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!
So munch on, crunch on, take your nunchion,
Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!'
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."

VIII.
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
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!"

IX.
A thousand guilders! The mayor looked blue;
So did the corporation too.
To pay this sum to a wandering fellow
With a gypsy 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,
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
Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
Beside, our losses have made us thrifty.
A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!"

X.
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 stiver!
And folks who put me in a passion
May find me pipe after another fashion."

XI.
"How?" cried the mayor, "d'ye think I brook
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!"

XII.
Once more he stepped 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)
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 farmyard when barley is scattering
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.

XIII.
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.
"He never can cross that mighty top!
He's forced to let the piping drop,
And we shall see our children stop!"
When, lo, as they reached the mountain side,
A wonderous 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,
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,
And their dogs outrun our fallow deer,
And honeybees had lost their stings,
And horses were born with eagles' wings:
And just as I became assured
My lame foot would be speedily cured,
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!"

XIV.
Also, 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!
The mayor sent East, West, North, and South,
To offer the piper, by word of mouth,
Whatever 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
How their children were stolen away,
And there it stands to this very day.


Lyric ends - Poem continues ------

And I must not omit to say
That in Transylvania there's a tribe
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 subterranean prison
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 FROM rats or FROM mice,
If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise.

Lyrics: Robert Browning, 1888.