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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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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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'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 on around my cabin door. |
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Oh, hard times, come again no more. |
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There's a pale sorrowed 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 it would be merry, 'tis sighin' 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 cabin 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 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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'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 cabin door. |
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Oh, hard times, come again no more |
