Let us pause in life's pleasures & 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.
'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.
While we seek mirth & beauty and music light & gay
There are frail forms fainting at the door:
Though their voices are silent,
Their pleading looking 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.