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 againWhen the old man died.
Song Grandfather's Clock
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubilee!Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,While we were marching through Georgia.Henry Clay Work
Father, dear father, come home with me now! The clock in the steeple strikes three; The house is so lonely, the hours are so longFor poor weeping mother and me. Yes, we are alone, poor Benny is dead, And gone with the angels of light; And these were the very last words that he said, "I want to kiss Papa good night."Henry Clay Work
Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia.Henry Clay Work