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The Pied Piper

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Part I

Beyond the jade green hill,

And past the gurgling river,

There lies the town of Hamelin,

Of golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Long gone the days

Of singing and dance.

Laughter is night forgot,

In the weary town of Hamelin,

Of golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Rats plague the houses,

The burrows, the streets.

Their pattering haunts

The troubled dreams of Hamelin,

Of golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Part II

Through spiralling road dust,

‘yond hill and swift river,

There came a motley man to Hamelin,

To golden-appled Hamelin.

 

His coat was russet

Red and green. His pipes

Gleamed gaily in the sun,

As he danced his way to Hamelin,

To golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Mayor and people

Ran to the streets; to marvel

At this wondrous sight:

Salvation came to Hamelin,

To golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Part III

“I’ll clean your houses

From the rats,” promised

The merry piper,

Before the men of Hamelin,

Of golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Gold he was promised,

Bounteous reward. Yet,

He just laughed and played

Through the streets of Hamelin,

Of golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Miracle witnessed,

Rats following the tune

Of a magical piper.

Out of the streets of Hamelin,

Of golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Part IV

But pledges made in

Wintry times, don’t hold,

When summer comes to Hamelin,

Oh, golden-appled Hamelin.

 

The town shut its doors,

The piper was run out.

His past services forgot,

By the ungrateful Hamelin,

Oh, golden-appled Hamelin.

 

The russet-and-green man

Took the dusty road,

Vengeance declaring

Against Hamelin,

Oh, golden-appled Hamelin.

 

Part V

Next summer solstice

He returned, by the river,

Outside the city of Hamelin,

Oh, golden-appled Hamelin.

 

He played his music

For us babes and kids,

Calling us from the hearths

Of our houses at Hamelin,

Oh, golden-appled Hamelin.

 

We children, followed

His song, out of town,

Past the gurgling river,

Under the hill by Hamelin,

Oh, golden-appled Hamelin.

 

And there we remain

For all of time,

The golden apples of Hamelin,

Oh, much-accursed Hamelin.