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      'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary   Hard times, hard times, come again no more   Many days you have lingered all around my door   Oh, hard times, come again no more      While we seek mirth and beauty and music to light the way   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      'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary   Hard times, hard times, come again no more   Many days you have lingered all around my door   Oh, hard times, come again no more      There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away   With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er   Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day   Oh, hard times, come again no more      'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary   Hard times, hard times, come again no more   Many days you have lingered all around my door   Oh, hard times, come again no more      Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,   Tis a wail that is heard upon our shore   Tis a dirge that is murmured around those lonely graves   Oh hard times come again no more      'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary   Hard times, hard times, come again no more   Many days you have lingered all around my door   Oh, hard times, come again no more