The clock stayed put in this hotel. Having been remarkable in its ability to keep time, now it was remarkable in its lack of accuracy and the strange timing coinciding with the brother's death. It was the source of much discussion, as the travelers came and went year after year.
As the story goes, another, stranger event took place. The second brother passed away at the age of 90 and the clock stopped running completely. Even when wound completely, the clock workings refused to move and the hands would not turn.
When the hotel acquired a new owner, the old clock was left standing in a corner of the lobby, its hands reportedly stuck showing the moment that the last Jenkins brother died.
In 1875, Henry Work, an American songwriter, was on holiday in England and found himself at the George Hotel. The story of the clock was still alive. It sparked Henry's creativity and imagination. So Henry wrote a song and published it. His sheet music eventually sold over a million copies.
Here are the lyrics to the song:
"My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was taller by half than the old man himself But it weighed not a pennyweight more It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born It was always his treasure and pride But it stopped, short, never to go again When the old man died Ninety years without slumbering Tic toc tic toc His life's seconds numbering Tic toc tic toc It stopped, short, never to go again When the old man died. In watching its pendulum swing to and fro Many hours he had spent when a boy And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know And to share both his grief and his joy For it struck 24 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 CHORUS My grandfather said that of those he could hire Not a servant so faithful he'd found, For it kept perfect time and it had one desire At the close of each day to be wound At it kept to its place, not a frown upon its face At its hands never hung by its side But it stopped, short, never to go again When the old man died CHORUS It rang an alarm in the still 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 stopped, short, never to go again When the old man died"
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