| "Hard Times" was first published in 1854 |
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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 for- | ever | 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 | wea-- | ry, |
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| Hard | times, | hard | times, | come again no | more. |
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| Many | days you have lingered a- | round 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 | eyes will | say, |
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| Oh, | hard times come a- | gain no | more. |
| Chorus. . . . |
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| There's a | pale drooping maiden who | toils her life a- | way, |
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| with a | worn heart whose better | days are | o'er. |
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| Though her | voice would be merry, 'tis | sighing | all the | day, |
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| oh, | hard times come a- | gain no | more. |
| Chorus. . . . |
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| 'Tis a | sigh that is wafted a- | cross the troubled | wave, |
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| 'tis a | wail that is heard u- | pon the | shore. |
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| 'Tis a | dirge that is murmured a- | round the | lowly | grave, |
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| Oh, | hard times come a- | gain no | more. |
| Chorus. . . . |