| D | G | D | |
| Let us p | ause in life’s pleasures and c | ount it’s many t | ears |
| A | A7 | D | |
| While we all sup s | orrow w | ith the p | oor |
| G | D | |
| There’s a song that will linger for | ever in our | ears |
| G | D | A7 | D |
| Oh, h | ard times | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| While we s | eek mirth and beauty and m | usic light and g | ay |
| A | A7 | D | |
| There are frail forms f | ainting | at the d | oor |
| G | D | |
| Though their voices are silent, their pl | eading looks will s | ay |
| G | D | A7 | D |
| Oh, h | ard times | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| Tis the s | ong, the sigh of the w | ear | y |
| E7 | A7 | |
| Hard times, hard times, | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| Many d | ays you have lingered ar | ound my cabin d | oor |
| G | D | A7 | D |
| Oh, h | ard times | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| There’s a p | ale sorrow maiden who t | oils her life | away |
| A | A7 | D | |
| With a worn heart whose b | etter d | ays are | o’er |
| G | D | |
| Though her voice would be merry, ’tis s | ighing all the d | ay |
| G | D | A7 | D |
| Oh, h | ard times | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| Tis the s | ong, the sigh of the w | ear | y |
| E7 | A7 | |
| Hard times, hard times, | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| Many d | ays you have lingered ar | ound my cabin d | oor |
| G | D | A7 | D |
| Oh, h | ard times | come again no m | ore |
| D | |
| Tis a s | igh that is wafted a |
| G | D | |
| cr | oss the troubled w | ave |
| A | A7 | D | |
| Tis a wail that is h | eard up | on the sh | ore |
| G | D | |
| Tis a dirge that is murmured ar | ound the lowly gr | ave |
| G | D | A7 | D |
| Oh, h | ard times | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| Tis the s | ong, the sigh of the w | ear | y |
| E7 | A7 | |
| Hard times, hard times, | come again no m | ore |
| D | G | D | |
| Many d | ays you have lingered ar | ound my cabin d | oor |
| G | D | A7 | D |
| Oh, h | ard times | come again no m | ore |
