[00:15.96]I'm old tom moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
[00:27.41]They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares i for praise ?
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[00:37.90]I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
[00:44.61]And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of '49
[00:54.87]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[00:58.08]How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[01:02.10]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[01:12.84]My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
[01:22.10]A few hard cases i will recall though they all were brave and true
[01:32.47]Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
[01:39.97]Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49
[01:50.07]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[01:53.25]How oft'times i repine  for the days of old
[01:57.49]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[02:09.04]There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
[02:17.96]And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight
[02:24.44]But jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein
[02:30.09]And over jake they held a wake in the days of '49
[02:37.87]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[02:40.55]How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[02:44.86]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[02:56.96]There was poker bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
[03:02.50]Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
[03:08.89]He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
[03:16.25]In the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of '49
[03:25.90]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[03:29.28]In the day of times i repine
[03:32.61]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[03:35.94]Those were days of 49
[03:43.13]There was ragshag bill from buffalo, i never will forget
[03:49.53]He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and i guess he's roaring yet
[03:55.89]One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
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[04:03.39]And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
[04:10.88]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[04:13.64]How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[04:17.43]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[04:24.55]Of the comrades all that i've had, there's none that's left to boast
[04:36.32]And i'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
[04:42.49]And i pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign
[04:48.73]there goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49
[04:55.19]In the days of old, in the days of gold
[04:58.43]How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[05:02.71]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[05:08.64]In the days of old, When we dug up the gold
[05:11.22]How oft'times i repine
[05:13.97]In the days of old, in the days of gold , in the days of 49.
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