grandfather's clock

tick tock, tick tock, now my grandfathers' 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, now it was bought on the morn, of the day that he was born, and it was always his treasure and pride, but it stopped short never to go again, when the old man died, oh now my grandfather said, that of those he could hire, not a servant so faithful he found, for it wasted no time, and it had but one desire, atn the close of each week to be wound, and it kept in its place, not a frown on his face, and his hands never hung by its side, but you know that it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died, now rang an alarm, in the dead of the night, an alarm that for years had been dumb, and we that his spirit, was 'plumming' for flight, that his hour for departure had come, still that clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime, as we solemnly stood by his side, but you know that it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died, you know that it stopped short, never to go again, when the old boy died