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, And was always his treasure 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! It stopped short Never to go again, When the
old man died.
In watching its pendulum Swing to and fro, Many hours had he spent while a boy. And in childhood and
manhood The clock seemed to know, And to share both his grief and his joy, For it struck twenty-four When he entered at 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! 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 found; For it wasted no
time And had but one desire, At the close of each week to be wound. And it kept in its place, Not a frown upon its
face, And its hand 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! It stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died.
It rang an alarm In the dead of the night, An alarm that for years had been dumb; And we knew that his
spirit Was pluming his flight, That his hour of departure had come. Still the clock kept the time, With a soft and muffled
chime, As we silently stood by his 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! It stopped short Never to go again, When the old man died.
