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I'm ol' Tom from the bummers shore in the good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a too but what cares I for praise
I wander around from town to town just like a 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 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 they all brave and true
the pitch they never would flinch
They never would or whine
Like old bricks, they stood the kicks in the days of 49

In the of old, in the days of gold
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
Then Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of ol' Bob
And Jake they held a wake 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

There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was the same
He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful
In a with 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 never 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 soul in the of 49

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

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

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