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 penny weighed more
It was bought on the morn of the 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 tick tock tick tock
His life second numbering tick tock tick tock
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died
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