| Baronesswitch 
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 My grandfather's clockWas 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 pennyweight 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.
 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.
 
 In watching its pendulum
 Swing to and fro,
 Many hours had he spent while a boy;
 And in childhood and manhood
 The clock seemed to know,
 And to share both his grief and his joy.
 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.
 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 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.
 And it kept in its place,
 Not a frown upon its face,
 And its hand 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.
 
 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 his 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 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.
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