MyGrandfather'sClock

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 treasure and pride

But it stopped short

Never to go again

When the old man died

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro

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

But it stop never 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 stopp'd short live is crazy

When the old man died