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

My comrades, they all loved me well, a jolly, crew
A few hard cases I will recall though all were brave and true
Whatever the they never would flinch
They never 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 days of old, we dug up the gold
In the of 49

was New York Jake, the butcher's boy
He was always tight
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 Jake they held a wake in the days of 49

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

There was Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he 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 blind
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 times I
In the days of old, in the of gold
Those days of 49

There was Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's yet
One day he in a prospect 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 of gold
How ofttimes I
For the days of old, when we dug up the
In the of 49

Of the comrades all that I've had, there's that's left to boast
And I'm alone in my misery like some ol' poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from 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 times I repine
For the of old, when we dug up the gold
In the of 49

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