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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 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 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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There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away, |
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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 again no more. |
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Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, |
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Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore |
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Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave |
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Oh hard times come again no more. |
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