Let us pause in life's pleasure and count its many tears,
While we all share sorrow with the poor.
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the sound, 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.
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, she's sighing all the day:
"Oh, hard times, come again no more."
'Tis the sound, 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.
Oh, hard times, come again no more