I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore, in the 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, (Oooooooo)
And the people all say, "There goes Tom Moore, of the days of '49" (Oooooooo)
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In the days of old, in the days of gold, how oftimes I repine, (Ooooooooooo)
For the days of old when we dug up the gold, in the days of '49 (Ooooooooooo)
My comrades, they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew,
A few hard cases I will admit, though they were brave and true,
Whatever the pinch they ne'er would flinch, they never would fret or whine, (Oooooooo)
Like good old bricks, they stood the kicks, in the days of '49 (Oooooooo)
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There was old Lame Jess, a hard old cuss, who never did repent,
He never was known to miss a drink, or ever spend a cent,
But old Lame Jess, like all the rest to death he did resign, (Oooooooo)
And in his bloom went up the flume, in the days of '49, (Oooooooo)
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There was New York Jake, the butcher's boy, he was always getting' tight,
And every time that he'd get full, he was spoilin' for a fight,
Then Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Sine, (Oooooooo)
And over Jake they held a wake, in the days of '49 (Oooooooo)
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There was Ragshag Bill, from Buffalo, I never will forget,
He would roar all day and roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet,
One night he fell in a prospector's hole, in a roaring bad design, (Oooooooo)
And in that hole, roared out his soul, in the days of '49 (Oooooooo)
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Of all the comrades 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 as I pass from town to town, they call me the rambling sign, (Oooooooo)
There goes Tom Moore, a bummer sure, of the days of '49 (Oooooooo)
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