Let us pause in life's pleasures and count it's many tears
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more
 [bad word] 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard [bad word] again no more
Many days you have lingered
Around my cabin door
Oh hard [bad word] again no more

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and [bad word] There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say;
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more
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There's a pale sorrowed maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more
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'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 [bad word] again no more