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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 ginsot too but what I for praise
I wander around town to town just 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 times 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 they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they would flinch
never 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 of old, when 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
Then Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of ol' Bob
And over Jake they a wake in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
How often 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 in a game
he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
He would ante up and his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In a game death, Bill lost his breath, in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
In the times I repine
In the days of old, in the days of
were days of 49

There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never forget
He would roar all day and roar all night and I guess he's roarin' yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole in a roaring bad
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, we dug up the gold
In the of 49

Of the comrades all that I've had, there's that's left to boast
And I'm left alone in my misery some ol' poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, call me 'The Rambling Sign'
There goes Tom Moore, a bummer in the days of 49

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

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