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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 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 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 foils 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. |
