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I'm ol' Tom Moore 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 from town to town just a rovin' sign
And all the say, "There goes Tom Moore 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

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

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
Then Jake rampaged a knife in the hands of ol' Bob Stein
And over Jake held a wake in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
How times I repine
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
he lost or whether 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 game 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 days of old, in the days of
Those days of 49

There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I will forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess roarin' yet
One day he fell in a hole in a roaring bad design
And in that hole he roared out his in the days of 49

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

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

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