My Grandfather's Clock

X:1
T:My Grandfather's Clock
C:Henry Clay Work, 1876
B:Singing Together, Spring 1985, BBC Publications
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
M:4/4     %Meter
L:1/8     %
K:G
D2 |G2 FG A2 GA |B2 c3/2B/ E2 AA |G2 GG F2 EF | G6
w:My grand-fa-ther's clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood nine-ty years on the floor;
DD |G2 FG A2 GA |B2 c3/2B/ E2 AA |G2 GG F2 EF | G6
w:It was tall-er by half than the old man him-self, Tho' it weighed not a pen-ny weight more.
GB |d2 B3/2A/ G2 FG |AG FE D2 GB |d2 B3/2A/ G2 FG | A6
w: It was bought of the morn of the day that he was born, And was al-ways his trea-sure and pride;
DD |G2 z2 A2 z2 |(3:2BBB c3/2B/ E2 AA |G4 F4 | G6
w: But it stopped short, ne-ver to go a-gain, When the old man died.
 DD |G2 DD ED D2 |B,2 D2 B,2 DD |G2 DD ED D2 |
w:Nine-ty years with-out slum-ber-ing: Tick, tock, tick tock, his life's se-conds num-ber-ing:
B,2 D2 B,2 DD |G2 z2 A2 z2 |(3:2:1BBB c3/2B/ E2 AA |G4 F4 | G6 z2 |]
w:Tick, tock, tick, tock, It stopped short, ne-ver to go a-gain, When the old man died.
W:My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
W:So it stood ninety years on the floor;
W:It was taller by half than the old man himself,
W:Tho' it weighed not a pen-ny weight more.
W:It was bought of the morn of the day that he was born,
W:And was always his treasure and pride;
W:But it stopped short, never to go again,
W:When the old man died.
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:Ninety years without slumbering: Tick, tock, tick tock,
W:His life's seconds numbering: Tick, tock, tick, tock,
W:It stopped short, never to go again,
W:When the old man died.
W:
W:In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
W:Many hours he had spent as a boy;
W:And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
W:And to share both his grief and his joy,
W:For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door
W:With a blooming and beautiful bride;
W:But it stopped, short, never to go again,
W:When the old man died.
W:
W:My grandfather said, that of those he could hire,
W:Not a servant so faithful he found;
W:For it wasted no time, and had but one desire -
W:At the close of each week to be wound,
W:And it kept in its place not a frown upon its face,
W:And its hands never hung by its side;
W:But it stopped, short, never to go again,
W:When the old man died.

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