Oh! the old, old clock of the household stock,
哦，那座世代家传的，
Was the brightest thing, and neatest;
漂亮精致的，老钟，
Its hands, though old, had a touch of gold,
镀过金的，老迈指针，
And its chimes rang still the sweetest;
钟声，言语不多，
it was a monitor, too, though its words were few,
岁月监工下，耄耋老人
Yet they lived, though nations altered;
目睹，历史烽烟沧桑几度。
And its voice, still strong, warned old and young,
钟声，依然响亮悦耳，
When the voice of friendship faltered:
似乎，不停地告诫众人，
"Tick! tick!" it said, quick, quick, to bed:
“叮当！叮当！赶快起床，”
For ten I've given warning;
悠悠十载，我熟悉的声音，
Up! up! and go, or else you know,
快点！起床！我知道，
You'll never rise soon in the morning!
你总是懒惰，早起人太多。
A friendly voice was that old, old clock,
角落里老钟，默默微笑伫立，
As it stood in the corner smiling,
不停地叮当，像位熟识老友，
And blessed the time with merry chime,
快乐地报时，祈祷庸常时光，
The wintry hours beguiling;
阴郁的日子，仍然开心走过。
But a cross old voice was that tiresome clock,
可那件古董，多少有点讨厌，
As it called at daybreak boldly;
每逢黎明破晓，它总刺耳鸣叫，
When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way,
灰蒙蒙窗外，路上阴霾浓重，
And the early air looked coldly:
冰寒地冻， 狂风刺骨呼啸，
"Tick! tick!" it said, quick out of bed:
“叮当！叮当！赶快起床，”
For five I've given warning;
清晨刚过五点，催促声声不断，
You'll never have health, you'll never have wealth,
如果赖床不起，结局当然不妙，
Unless you're up soon in the morning!
你的健康财富，将从手中溜掉。
Still hourly the sound goes round and round,
每一时辰报时，走马穿梭进行，
With a tone that ceases never:
与生俱来音调，不曾歇息片刻，
While tears are shed for bright days fled,
安宁岁月流逝，泪水静静流淌，
And the old friends lost forever!
那些熟悉身影，已经离开很久！
Its heart beats on, though hearts are gone, That beat like ours, though stronger;
虽然身随风去，音容笑貌如旧，今生不再握手，气息依然徘徊；
Its hands still move, though hands we love
依恋那些双手，尚在风中挥舞；
Are clasped on earth no longer!
此生此世泯笑，断然终究难逢。
"Tick! tick!" it said, to the churchyard bed,
“叮当！叮当！赶快起床，”
The grave hath given warning;
时钟不断警告，催促濒死之人，
Up! up! and rise, and look at the skies,
看看外面天空，快点走向墓地，
And prepare for a heavenly morning!
伸手拥抱迎接，天堂新的日出！
