My Grandfather’s Clock

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My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
It was always his pleasure and pride
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent while a boy
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
For it shared both his grief and his joy
For it struck twenty-four when he entered in the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he’d found
For it wasted no time, and had just one desire
At the end of each week to be wound
Yes it stood in its place with a smile upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering, tick tock, tick tock
His life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick tock
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died