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Dedicated to my Sister Lizzie
"Grandfather's Clock" (1876)
Words and Music by Henry Clay Work



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 pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that 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, tick, tick, tick),
"His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
"It stopp'd 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 its 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 stopp'd short-- never to go again--
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
"His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
"It stopp'd 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 on its face,
And the hands never hung by its side;
But it stopp'd short-- never to go again--
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
"His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
"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, tick, tick, tick),
"His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
"It stopp'd short-- never to go again--
"When the old man died.


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2001 dec 16

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Zigenargossens klagan
(från cirka 1860)

Söderns sol, det sköna Spanien,
Spanien är mitt fosterland
där den lummiga kastanjen
mörkt beskuggar Ebros strand.
Där cypressen härligt doftar
uti söderns sköna vår,
och de röda rosor dofta
medan näktergalen slår.

Ensam med min luta går jag
hungrande från dörr till dörr.
Ingen blick av ömhet får jag,
ingen hyllar mig som förr.
Hårda brödet som man räcker
söderns arme brune son
ges med knot. Hans armod väcker
endast köld, förakt och hån.

Till den fattige spanjoren
ingen har ett vänligt ord.
Han får vila sig på ängen,
sova där som ulvar bor.
Ingen kan förstå hans klagan
och hans sköna barndoms sång
eko kastar tomt tillbaka
döda toner utan klang.

Ack, när jag för folket sjunger
tårar i mitt öga stå
och ett längtans hopp sig smyger
då till bättre framtidsår.
O, uti det sköna Spanien
där jag sett min vagga stå
där jag hört uti kastanjen
näktergalen drillar slå.

Hem till Spanien nu jag längtar
därför allt försakar jag.
Hem till Spanien hjärtat trängtar
tills det slår sitt sista slag.
Hem till Spanien, hem till Spanien
med det solbeglänsta hav.
Där i skuggan av kastanjen
längtar jag att få min grav.

Så ljöd sången från den lilla
i den sköna aftonstund.
Det var kallt och det var stilla,
ögat slutit sig till blund.
Mot ett träd sitt huvud vilar
han i dröm om Spaniens eld.
Själen till Allfader ilar,
Spanien kom han aldrig till.

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