"Hard Times Come Again No More"

Hard times
There's a pale drooping maiden
 that works her life away
Wh And she gains but the sorrows 
    of the poor

While her heart should be
 happy tis sighing all the day
Ah Hard times Come
 again no more

 who works
There's a pale drooping maiden that wears her life away
 With a worn heart
 A frail form whose better days are o'er
 voice  merry
Though her heart would be happy 'tis sighing all the day
 Oh Hard times Come again no more

Gentle hearts ever seeking your pleasures far and [?]
Gentle hearts ever happy with pleasures ever near
 Have you e'er supped sorrow with the poor
With a sad voice singing and ringing in your ear
 Oh hard times Come again no more