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 [bad word] again no more.

It's the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard [bad word] again no more
Many days I've been lingering 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.

It's the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard [bad word] again no more
Many days have you lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more.

There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
With a worn heart whose better days are over
Though her voice would be merry, it's sighing all the day
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more.

It's the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard [bad word] again no more
Many days have you lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more.

It's a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wa'e
It's a wail that is heard upon the shore
It's a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more.

It's the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard [bad word] again no more
Many days have you lingered around my cabin door
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more.
Oh, hard [bad word] again no more.