Hard Times, Come Again No More.....

[Roos Demol]

We were singing this song with the Chorus of Opera Cork, during our last concert a week ago, and ever since it's been playing non-stop in my head. Whatever I try, it keeps coming again and again and again.
Could it have anything to do with the fact that my wallet stays frighteningly empty these days? Is it because I just had to have an MRI to see if the dreaded BC has come back?


by Stephen C. Foster

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.