| 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 all around my cabin door
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| Oh, hard times, come again no more
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| While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
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| There are frail forms fainting at the door
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| Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
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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 all around my cabin door
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| Oh, hard times, come again no more
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| There’s pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
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| With a worn out heart, whose better days are o’er
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| Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
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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 all around my cabin door
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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 all around my cabin door
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| Oh, hard times, come again no more |