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Oh! the old, old clock of the household stock,
哦，那座世代家傳的，
Was the brightest thing, and neatest;
漂亮精致的，老鐘，
Its hands, though old, had a touch of gold,
鍍過金的，老邁指針，
And its chimes rang still the sweetest;
鐘聲，言語不多，
it was a monitor, too, though its words were few,
歲月監工下，耄耋老人
Yet they lived, though nations altered;
目睹，歷史烽煙滄桑幾度。
And its voice, still strong, warned old and young,
鐘聲，依然響亮悅耳，
When the voice of friendship faltered:
似乎，不停地告誡眾人，
"Tick! tick!" it said, quick, quick, to bed:
“叮當！叮當！趕快起床，”
For ten I've given warning;
悠悠十載，我熟悉的聲音，
Up! up! and go, or else you know,
快點！起床！我知道，
You'll never rise soon in the morning!
你總是懶惰，早起人太多。
A friendly voice was that old, old clock,
角落里老鐘，默默微笑佇立，
As it stood in the corner smiling,
不停地叮當，像位熟識老友，
And blessed the time with merry chime,
快樂地報時，祈禱庸常時光，
The wintry hours beguiling;
陰郁的日子，仍然開心走過。
But a cross old voice was that tiresome clock,
可那件古董，多少有點討厭，
As it called at daybreak boldly;
每逢黎明破曉，它總刺耳鳴叫，
When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way,
灰蒙蒙窗外，路上陰霾濃重，
And the early air looked coldly:
冰寒地凍， 狂風刺骨呼嘯，
"Tick! tick!" it said, quick out of bed:
“叮當！叮當！趕快起床，”
For five I've given warning;
清晨剛過五點，催促聲聲不斷，
You'll never have health, you'll never have wealth,
如果賴床不起，結局當然不妙，
Unless you're up soon in the morning!
你的健康財富，將從手中溜掉。
Still hourly the sound goes round and round,
每一時辰報時，走馬穿梭進行，
With a tone that ceases never:
與生俱來音調，不曾歇息片刻，
While tears are shed for bright days fled,
安寧歲月流逝，淚水靜靜流淌，
And the old friends lost forever!
那些熟悉身影，已經離開很久！
Its heart beats on, though hearts are gone, That beat like ours, though stronger;
雖然身隨風去，音容笑貌如舊，今生不再握手，氣息依然徘徊；
Its hands still move, though hands we love
依戀那些雙手，尚在風中揮舞；
Are clasped on earth no longer!
此生此世泯笑，斷然終究難逢。
"Tick! tick!" it said, to the churchyard bed,
“叮當！叮當！趕快起床，”
The grave hath given warning;
時鐘不斷警告，催促瀕死之人，
Up! up! and rise, and look at the skies,
看看外面天空，快點走向墓地，
And prepare for a heavenly morning!
伸手擁抱迎接，天堂新的日出！
