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