Hard times come again no more
Stephen Collins Foster
1.
Let us pause in life's pleasures and
count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger
forever in our ears;_
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
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'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,_
Hard Times, Hard Times, come again
no more;
Many days you have lingered around
my cabin door;
Oh! Hard times, come again no more.
2.
While we seek mirth and
beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting
at the door;
Though their voices are silent,
their pleading looks will say_
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
CHORUS
3.
There's a pale drooping maiden who
toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days
are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry,
'tis sighing all the day,_
Oh! Hard Times come again no more.
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4.
'Tis a sigh that is wafted across
the troubled wave,
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around
the lowly grave,_
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
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