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HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE |
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3 There's a pale, drooping- maiden, who
toils her life away, [are o'er:
With a worn heart whose better days
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis
sighing all the day,—
Oh! Hard Times, come again no more. |
4 'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the
troubled wave, [shore,
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around
the lowly grave,—
Oh! Hard Times.come again no more. |
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