X:1
T:Hard Times Come Again No More
M:4/4
L:1/8
C:Stephen Foster, 1855
Q:100
N:What more can you say?
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w: Let us pause in life's plea-sures and count its ma-ny tears While we all sup sor-row with the 
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w:poor; There's a song that will lin-ger for-ev-er in our ears; Oh! Hard Times, come ag-ain no 
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w:more. 'Tis the song, the sigh of the wea-ry; Hard Times, Hard Times, 
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w:come a-gain no more. Ma-ny days you have ling-ered a-round my ca-bin door Oh! Hard Times, come a-gain no more.
W:2
W:While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay
W:There are frail forms fainting at the door;
W:Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say--
W:Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
W:
W:3
W:There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
W:With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:
W:Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day--
W:Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.
W:
W:4
W:'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
W:'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,
W:'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave,
W:Oh' Hard Times come again no more.