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

In the days of old, in the days of
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 cases I will recall they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never flinch
They never would fret or
Like good old bricks, they the kicks in the days of 49

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

There was New York Jake, the boy
He was always getting
And every time that get full, he was spoiling for a fight
Then Jake against a knife in the hands of ol' Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a 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 who was always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the
He would ante up and draw his cards and he you go a hatful blind
In a game with death, 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 of old, in the days of gold
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 he's roarin' yet
One day he in a prospect hole in a roaring bad design
And in hole he roared out his soul in the days of 49

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

Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's 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 sure in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
How often times I
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