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[00:00.00] I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
[00:27.63]They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ?
[00:38.10]I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
[00:44.22]And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49"
[00:54.54]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[00:57.78]How oft'times I repine for the days of old
[01:02.04]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[01:12.54]My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
[01:21.81]A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
[01:32.04]Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
[01:39.51]Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49
[01:49.77]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[01:52.92]How oft'times I repine for the days of old
[01:57.18]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[02:08.67]There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
[02:17.49]And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight
[02:24.09]But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
[02:30.30]And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
[02:37.41]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[02:40.53]How oft'times I repine for the days of old
[02:44.79]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[02:56.28]There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
[03:02.58]Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
[03:09.75]He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
[03:15.90]In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49
[03:25.89]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[03:29.55]How oft'times I repine for the days of old
[03:34.20]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[03:42.69]There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
[03:50.04]He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet
[03:57.45]One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
[04:03.18]And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
[04:10.23]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[04:13.38]How oft'times I repine for the days of old
[04:17.73]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[04:30.63]Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast
[04:36.66]And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
[04:42.18]And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign
[04:47.61]" There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 "
[04:55.44]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[04:58.23]How oft'times I repine for the days of old
[05:09.57]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.