My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was larger by half than the old man himself Though it weighed not a penny ounce 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 Watching its pendulem swing to and fro He had spent many hours as a boy And in manhood the clock seemed to know And shared both his sorrows and joys. For it s24 when he entered at the door With his beautiful blooming 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 It stopped, short never to go again When the old man died My grandfather said that of all 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 It was 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 It stopped, short never to go again When the old man died