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

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

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

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

There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a
Whether he lost or he won, to him it was always the same
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 days of old, in the days of
In the day's I repine
In the days of old, in the of gold
Those days of 49

There was ragshag from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all and I guess 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 days of old, in the of gold
How ofttimes I
For the days of old, we dug up the gold
In the of 49

Of the comrades all I've 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, they call me Rambling Sign'
There goes Tom Moore, a bummer 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

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