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Im old tom moore from the bummers 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 ofttimes 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 In the days of old, in the days of gold How ofttimes I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49. There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight And every time that hed 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 old, in the days of gold How ofttimes I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, 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 In the days of old, in the days of gold How ofttimes I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49. There was ragshag bill from buffalo, I never will forget He would roar all day and hed roar all night and I guess hes 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 In the days of old, in the days of gold How ofttimes I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49. Of the comrades all that Ive had, theres none thats left to boast And Im 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 " In the days of old, in the days of gold How ofttimes I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.
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