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I’m old Tom Moore from the bummer’s shore in that good old golden days

They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but 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 Moore, in the days of '49»

In the days of old, in the days of gold

How oft’times I repine for the days of old

When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew

A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true

Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine

Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49

There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he 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

There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game

Whether he lost 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 hatful blind

In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49

There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I 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 hole, in a roaring bad design

And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49

Of the comrades all that I’ve had, there’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 town, they call me a rambling sign

«There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 »

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