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 around my cabin door;
Oh, hard times, come again no more.


While we seek mirth & beauty and music light & 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.


Tis a song, and the sigh of the weary,
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days have you lingered around my cabin door;

Oh, hard times, come again no more.

No more hard times, no more hard times,

No more hard times, no more hard times,
Come again no more.


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.

No more hard times, no more hard times,

No more hard times, no more hard times,
Come again no more.


No more hard times, no more hard times,
No more hard times, no more hard times,
Come again no more.