Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears, <br />While we all sup sorrow with the poor; <br />There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; <br />Oh, hard times come again no more. <br /> <br /> <br />Chorus: <br /> <br />'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, <br />Hard times, hard times, come again no more, <br />Many days you have lingered around my cabin door, <br />Oh, hard times, come again no more. <br /> <br /> <br />While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, <br />There are frail forms fainting at the door; <br />Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say <br />Oh, hard times come again no more. <br /> <br />Chorus <br /> <br />There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away, <br />With a worn heart whose better days are o'er: <br />Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day, <br />Oh, hard times come again no more. <br /> <br />Chorus <br /> <br />'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, <br />'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore, <br />'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave, <br />Oh, hard times come again no more. <br /> <br />Chorus<br /><br />Stephen C. Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-times-come-again-no-more/
