I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in the good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin sot too but what cares I for praise
I wander around from town to town like some wandering sign
All the people say "There goes old Tom Moore in the days of '49

My comrades, they all loved me well, they were a jolly saucy crew
A few hard cases I will recall, but they were brave and true
'Cause whatever the pinch 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 and the days of gold I often do 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 he drink his fill he's been looking for a fight
One day 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 and the days of gold I often will 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'd roar all day and he'd roar all night, I suppose he's roaring yet
One day felt down 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 and the days of gold I often do repine
For the days of old when we dug up the gold in the days of '49

There was Poker Bob, one of the boys, he's always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
He ante up and he draw his cards through a hateful blind
But in the game with death he lost his breath, in the days of '49

In the days of old and the days of gold I often will repine
For the days of old when we dug up the gold in the days of '49

Of all the comrades that I had, there's none left here to boast
I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
I wanders 'round from town to town like some wandering sign
All the people say "There goes old Tom Moore in the days of '49 

In the days of old and the days of gold I often do repine
For the days of old when we dug up the gold in the days of '49