HARD TIMES
Stephen Foster
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Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
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While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
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There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
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Oh Hard times come again no more.
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Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
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Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
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Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
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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
