Tick tock, tick tock Tick tock, tick tock Tick tock, tick tock 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 treausure 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 At 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
Tick tock, tick tock Tick tock, tick tock Tick tock, tick tock 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 treausure 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 At 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
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