My Grandfather's Clock, Copy


Henry Clay Work, 1832-1884, “My Grandfather's Clock, Copy,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 16, 2022,

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My Grandfather's Clock, Copy


One leaf typewritten in blue ink on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. Each corner was folded into the laminate. There are two major tears and one moderate tear at the upper edge. There is a minor tear at the right lower edge. There is a moderate tear at the middle left edge. There is a hole torn in the upper right corner. The document was folded horizontally in half.


Popular music -- United States Longcase clocks -- Songs and music Grandfathers -- Songs and music Death -- Songs and music


Henry Clay Work, 1832-1884


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection,f
Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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Grandfatherz Clock

My grandfatherz clock waz too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety yrz on the floor
It waz taller by half than the old man himself
Thou it wieghed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn of the day he waz orn
It waz always his joy and his pride
But it stoped short never to go again when the
Old man died.


Ninety yrz without slumbering
Tick Tick Tick
Itz lifez seckond's numbering
Tick Tick Tick
It stoped short never to go again
When the old man died.

And watching itz pendulum swing two and fro
Many hrz had he passed when a boy
And through youth and through manhood
The clock seem to know
And to share with his grief and his joy
For it struck twenty four
As he entered the door
With his beautiful and blooming bride
But it stoped short never to go again
When the old man died


My grandfather said of those he would hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it waisted no time
And it had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound
And it stood at its place
Not a frown on its face
And itz handz never hung by its sides
But it stoped short never to go again
When the old man died


It rang an alarm at the dead of the night
An alarm that for yrz had been dum
And we knew that his spirit
Waz blooming for flight
That the hour of departure had come
And the clock kept time
With the lonely chime
Az we silently stood by his side
But it stoped short, never to go again
When the old man died.


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My Grandfather's Clock, Copy

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Grandfatherz Clock

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Middletown, Middlesex County, Connecticut

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214 mm x 277 mm

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Paul L. Robertson