Hard Times

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
 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
 Hard times, hard times, come again no more
 Many days you have lingered all around my door
 Oh, hard times, come again no more
 While we seek mirth and beauty and music to light the way
 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
 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
 Hard times, hard times, come again no more
 Many days you have lingered all around my door
 Oh, hard times, come again no more
 There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
 With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er
 Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
 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 all around my door
 Oh, hard times, come again no more
 Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
 Tis a wail that is heard upon our shore
 Tis a dirge that is murmured around those lonely graves
 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 all around my door
 Oh, hard times, come again no more