 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE.
[1]
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tearsWhile 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.
Chorus.
'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.
[2]
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gayThere are frail forms fainting at the door:
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say—
Oh! Hard times, come again no more.
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There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life awayWith 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.
Chorus.
Tis the song &c.4
'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.
Chorus.
Tis the song &c. | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . | |