( Stephen Foster ) 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
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