The Pied Piper of Hamelin - Parry, Charles Hubert Hastings

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⌛ Period → Late Romantic ◈ Genre → Motets

♯ Key G major

⁄ Time Signature 4/4

♬ Voicing → SATB|add=with T, B soli

◆ Difficulty

Intermediate

↕ Range C0 – C7

¶ Language → English

Measures 674

Texture mixed texture

Parts 6

Instruments Piano

Pages 95

CPDL # 15659

Editor Richard Woodroffe

Posted 2007-12-13

License Personal

♫Pitch Ranges

MusicXML Part

D1 – C6

¶Lyrics / 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, loo