Hard Times Come Again No More

Stephen Foster

1854

Let us [D]pause in life’s pleasures and [A]count it’s many [D]tears
[G]While we [D]all sup sorrow [A]with the [D]poor
There’s a song that will linger for[G]ever in our [D]ears;
[G]Oh, [D]hard times, come a[A]gain no [D]more

While we [D]seek mirth and beauty and [A]music light and [D]gay
[G]There are [D]frail forms [A]fainting at the [D]door
Though their voices are silent, their [G]pleading looks will [D]say;
[G]Oh, [D]hard times come a[A]gain no [D]more

[D]’tis the song, the sigh of the [G]wea[D]ry,
[D]Hard times, [G]hard [D]times, [E]come again no [A]more
[A7]Many [D]days you have lingered a[G]round my cabin [D]door;
[G]Oh, [D]hard times come a[A]gain no [D]more

There’s a [D]pale sorrow maiden who [A]toils her life a[D]way
[G]With a [D]worn heart whose [A]better days are [D]o’er
Though her voice would be merry, ’tis [G]sighing all the [D]day;
[G]Oh, [D]hard times come a[A]gain no [D]more

[D]’tis the song, the sigh of the [G]wea[D]ry,
[D]Hard times, [G]hard [D]times, [E]come again no [A]more
[A7]Many [D]days you have lingered a[G]round my cabin [D]door;
[G]Oh, [D]hard times come a[A]gain no [D]more

[D]’tis a sigh that is wafted a[A]cross the troubled [D]wave,
[G]’tis a [D]wail that is [A]heard upon the [D]shore
’tis a dirge that is murmured a[G]round the lowly [D]grave;
[G]Oh, [D]hard times come a[A]gain no [D]more
[G]Oh, [D]hard times come a[A]gain no [D]more
[G]Oh, [D]hard times come a[A]gain no [D] more