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I'm ol' Tom Moore from the bummers shore in the good old days
They call me a bummer and a too but what cares I for praise
I wander around from town to town just a rovin' sign
And all the say, "There goes Tom Moore in the days of 49"

In the days of old, in the of gold
How often I repine
For the days of old, when we dug up the
In the of 49

My comrades, they all loved me well, a jolly, saucy
A few hard cases I will recall though all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never would
They would fret or whine
Like good old bricks, stood the kicks in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
How ofttimes I
For the days of old, we dug up the gold
In the of 49

was New York Jake, the butcher's boy
He was always tight
And every that he'd get full, he was spoiling for a fight
Then Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of ol' Bob
And Jake they held a wake in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
How often times I
For the days of old, when we dug up the
In the of 49

There was Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the
He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a blind
In a game death, Bill lost his breath, in the days of 49

In the days of old, in the of gold
In the day's I repine
In the days of old, in the of gold
Those days of 49

There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I he's roarin' yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole in a bad design
And in that hole he roared out his soul in the of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
How I repine
For the days of old, we dug up the gold
In the of 49

Of the all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast
And I'm alone in my misery like some ol' poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, they call me Rambling Sign'
goes Tom Moore, a bummer sure in the days of 49

In the days of old, in the days of
How often times I
For the days of old, when we dug up the
In the of 49

In the days of old, when we dug up the
How ofttimes I
In the of old, in the days of gold
In the of 49, oh