A sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave

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.

            - Stephen Foster, c. 1859

Comments

[Kamagra]

Article is very nicely written and I am happy to find so many useful information here in the post, thanks for sharing it here. I hope you will adding more !

[Greens]

I wont think twice sharing it to my friends, i also bookmarked it.

[Website Template]

Nice post as always thanks for sharing information ....