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

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

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

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

There was New York Jake, the boy
He was always tight
And time that he'd get full, he was spoiling for a fight
Then Jake rampaged against a knife in the of ol' Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a in the days of 49

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

There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a
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 hatful
In a with death, Bill lost his breath, in the days of 49

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

There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will
He roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roarin' yet
One day he fell in a hole in a roaring 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 ofttimes I
For the days of old, when we dug up the
In the of 49

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

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

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