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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 too but what cares I for praise
I around from town to town just like a rovin' sign
And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore in the of 49"

In the days of old, in the 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, saucy
A few hard cases I will though they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch never would flinch
They would fret or whine
Like good old bricks, they the kicks 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

There was New Jake, the butcher's boy
He was getting tight
And time that he'd get full, he was spoiling for a fight
Then Jake rampaged against a 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 often I repine
For the days of old, when we dug up the
In the of 49

was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he lost or he won, to him it was always the same
He ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In a game with death, Bill his breath, in the days of 49

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

was ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all and I guess 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 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 none left to boast
And I'm left alone in my misery like some ol' poor ghost
And I pass by town to town, they 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 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