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- CPDL #06291:
- Editor: Stan Sanderson (submitted 2004-01-01). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 73 kB 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
English text
- 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.