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. 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.

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. 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.

Refrain: 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.

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