1. 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 Ninety years without slumbering,
Ticktockticktock, his life seconds numbering, ticktockticktock,
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 share both his grief and his joy.
And it struck twentyfour when he entered at the door, with a blooming and beautiful
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 its hand never hung by its