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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 all around my door |
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Oh, hard times, come again no more |
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While we seek mirth and beauty and music to light the way |
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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 door |
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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 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 door |
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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 our shore |
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Tis a dirge that is murmured around those lonely graves |
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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 door |
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Oh, hard times, come again no more |