Mary Black - Hard times

Let us pause in life's pleasures and ^Fcount its many ^Amtears ^FFor ^Cwe all sup sorrow ^Gwith the ^Cpoor^{F C} There's a song that will linger for^Fever in our ^Amears ^FOh, ^Chard times come a^Ggain no ^Cmore^{F C}

There's a song, a sigh of the ^B7wea^Cry Hard times, ^Fhard ^Ctimes, ^D7come again no ^Gmore Many ^Cdays you have lingered a^Fround my cabin ^Amdoor ^FOh, ^Chard times come a^Ggain no ^Cmore^{F C}

While we seek mirth and beauty, and ^Fmusic bright and ^Amgay ^FThere are ^Cfrail forms fainting ^Gat the ^Cdoor^{F C} Though their voices are silent, their ^Fpleading looks will ^Amsay "^FOh, ^Chard times come a^Ggain no ^Cmore^F" ^C

There's a song, a sigh of the ^B7wea^Cry Hard times, ^Fhard ^Ctimes, ^D7come again no ^Gmore Many ^Cdays you have lingered a^Fround my cabin ^Amdoor ^FOh, ^Chard times come a^Ggain no ^Cmore ^F Oh, ^Chard times come a^Ggain no ^Cmore