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Hard times come again no more (Stephen Collins Foster)

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Editor: Stan Sanderson (submitted 2004-01-01).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 73 kbytes   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Edition in E Flat Major. Source: Foster's Melodies: New York: Horace Waters, No. 481 Broadway - Music ID Number: Mutopia-2003/12/16-371

General Information

Title: Hard Times Come Again No More
Composer: Stephen Collins Foster
Lyricist: Stephen Collins Foster

Number of voices: 1v or 5vv   Voicing: Solo Soprano with optional SSTB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1854

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Original text and translations

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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 times come again no more.


Tis the song, 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.


While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
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, ’tis sighing all the day,
Oh hard times come again no more.


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 times come again no more.
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