I m old Tom Moore from the bummer s shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot toobut what cares I for praise ?
I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say"There goes Tom Moorein the days of 49"
In the days of oldin the days of gold
How oft times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the goldin the days of 49.
My comrades they all loved me wella jolly saucy crew
A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never would flinchthey never would fret or whine
Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of 49
In the days of oldin the days of gold
How oft times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the goldin the days of 49.
There was New York Jakethe butcher boyhe was always getting tight
And every time that he d get full he was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of 49
In the days of oldin the days of gold
How oft times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the goldin the days of 49.
There was Poker Billone of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he wonto him it was always the same
He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In the game with death Bill lost his breathin the days of 49
In the days of oldin the days of gold
How oft times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the goldin the days of 49.
There was Ragshag Bill from BuffaloI never will forget
He would roar all day and he d roar all night and I guess he s roaring yet
One day he fell in a prospect holein a roaring bad design
And in that hole he roared out his soulin the days of 49
In the days of oldin the days of gold
How oft times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the goldin the days of 49.
Of the comrades all that I ve hadthere s none that s left to boast
And I m left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to townthey call me a rambling sign
"There goes Tom Moorea bummer shore in the days of 49 "
In the days of oldin the days of gold
How oft times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the goldin the days of 49.

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