Last year I was at a tableful of American Scout leaders, people mostly in their 40's, I think. I was asked to play dulcimer a bit. When I said I would play "My Grandfather's Clock," they looked worried.

But when we got to the chorus:

"But it stopped...short... never to go again,
Till the old man died,"

they brightened up, straightened up, and sang with a will.

(That's odd. Windows doesn't think 'tableful' is a word. It is now.)