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

In the of old, in the days of gold
How times I repine
For the of old, when we dug up the gold
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 never would
They would fret or whine
Like good old bricks, they stood the kicks in the 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

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

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

was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the
He ante 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 of gold
In the day's times I
In the days of old, in the of gold
Those were of 49

There was Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would all day and he'd roar all night 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 in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
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 left to boast
And I'm left alone in my misery some ol' poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, they me 'The Rambling Sign'
goes Tom Moore, a bummer sure in the days of 49

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

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