| D | |
| Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| While we | all sup | sorrow | with the | poor: |
| There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| Oh! | Hard Times, | come a | gain no | more. |
| D | G | D | |
| 'Tis the song, the sigh of the | wea___ | ry; |
| G | D | G | A | E | |
| Hard Times, | Hard | times, | come a | gain no | more: |
| E7 | D | |
| Many | days you have lingered around my cabin door; |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| Oh! | Hard Times, | come a | gain no | more. |
| D | |
| While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| There are | frail forms | fainting | by the | door: |
| Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| Oh! | Hard Times | come a | gain no | more. |
| D | |
| There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| With a | worn heart whose | better | days are | o'er: |
| Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| Oh! | Hard Times | come a | gain no | more. |
| D | |
| 'Tis a sign that is wafted across the troubled wave, |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| 'Tis a | wail that is | heard up | on the | shore, |
| 'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave |
| G | D | G | A | D | |
| Oh! | Hard Times, | come a | gain no | more. |