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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 weight more. It was bought on the morn of the day when he was born. And was always his treasure and pride. But it stopp'd 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 stopp'd short never to go again When the old man died. It rang an alarm in the dead of the night An alarm that for years had been dumb; And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight, That his hour of departure had come. Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime, As we silently stood by his side. But it stopp'd 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 stopp'd short never to go again When the old man died. It stopp'd short never to go again When the old man died.