(Stephen Collins 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 sorrowed 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      Chorus