Grand-father's Clock

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My grand-father'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 penny weight more.

  It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,

  And was always his treasure and pride;

  But it stopp'd short never to go again

  When the old man died.  
  [Chorus] Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 It stopp'd short never to go again


 When the old man died.  

 [Solo] 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 stopp'd short never to go again


 When the old man died.  

 [Chorus] Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 It stopp'd short never to go again


 When the old man died.  

 [Solo] 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 hands never hung by its side;


 But it stopp'd short never to go again


 When the old man died.  

 [Chorus] Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 It stopp'd short never to go again


 When the old man died.  

 [Solo] 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 his side;


 But it stopp'd short never to go again


 When the old man died.  

 [Chorus] Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)


 It stopp'd short never to go again


 When the old man died.

© Henry Clay Work