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！