Grandfather's Clock

Henry Clay Work, 1876

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. Chorus: 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. 2. 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. Chorus: 3. 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 it’s hands never hung by its side. Chorus: 4. 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 for 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 its side. Chorus: