Oh, my grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood 90 
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, 

But, 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 as 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, 

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 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 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.
It rang in alarm in the dead of the night, 
An alarm 
that for years had been dumb. 

And we knew that his spirit was plumbing its 
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, 

But, it stopped short...
...never to go again,
when the old man died.
 
...When the old man died.
