Stephen Foster - Hard times come again no more

Let us ^Cpause in life's pleasures, and ^Fcount it's ^G7many t^Cears, ^Fwhile we^C all sup, s^G7orrow with ^Cthe poor. There's a ^Csong that will linger ^Fforever ^Gin our ea^Amrs, ^Foh, h^Card times ^G7come again no ^Cmore.

Tis the ^Csong, the sigh of the ^Fwear^Cy, h^Card times, ^Fhard ^Ctimes, c^D9ome a^D7gain no mo^Gre. ^G7Many ^Cdays you have ^C7lingered a^Fround ^Gmy cabin ^Amdoor, ^Foh,^C hard times ^Gcome a^G7gain no m^Core.

While we ^Cseek mirth and beauty, and ^Fmusic ^G7light and ^Cgay, t^Fheir ^Cfrail forms ^G7fainting at the ^Cdoor. Though ^Ctheir voices are silent,^F their pleading ^G7looks will^C say, ^Foh,^C hard times ^Gcome a^G7gain no m^Core.

Tis the ^Csong, the sigh of the ^Fwear^Cy, h^Card times, ^Fhard ^Ctimes, c^D9ome a^D7gain no mo^Gre. ^G7Many ^Cdays you have ^C7lingered a^Fround ^Gmy cabin ^Amdoor, ^Foh,^C hard times ^Gcome a^G7gain no m^Core.

There's a p^Cale drooping maiden who ^Ftoils ^G7her life ^Caway, with a w^Corn heart ^G7whose better days ^Care o'er. Though her ^Cvoice would be merry, ^F'tis sighing ^G7all the ^Cday, ^Foh,^C hard times ^Gcome a^G7gain no m^Core.

Tis the ^Csong, the sigh of the ^Fwear^Cy, h^Card times, ^Fhard ^Ctimes, c^D9ome a^D7gain no mo^Gre. ^G7Many ^Cdays you have ^C7lingered a^Fround ^Gmy cabin ^Amdoor, ^Foh,^C hard times ^Gcome a^G7gain no m^Core.

Tis a ^Csigh that is wafted ^Facross the troubled ^Cwave, tis a ^Cwail that ^G7is heard upon the ^Cshore. Tis a ^Cdirge that is murmured ^Faround the lowly ^Cgrave; ^FOh,^C hard times ^Gcome a^G7gain no m^Core.

Tis the ^Csong, the sigh of the ^Fwear^Cy, h^Card times, ^Fhard ^Ctimes, c^D9ome a^D7gain no mo^Gre. ^G7Many ^Cdays you have ^C7lingered a^Fround my ^Gcabin ^Amdoor, ^Foh,^C hard times ^Gcome a^G7gain no m^Core.

^FOh, ^Chard times ^Gcome again no ^Cmore. C F C F C G C

^FOh, ^Chard times ^Gcome again no ^Cmore. . . .