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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 ginsot too but what 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 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

My comrades, they all loved me well, a jolly, crew
A few hard cases I will recall though they all were and true
Whatever the pitch they would flinch
They would fret or whine
Like good old bricks, stood the kicks in the days of 49

In the days of old, in the days of
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 that he'd get full, he was spoiling for a fight
Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of ol' Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the 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 Poker Bill, one of the who was always in a game
he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
He would up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In a game with death, lost his breath, in the days of 49

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

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

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