The Days Of '49
Ton : AEnglish
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AmI'm old Tom Moore from the Gbummer's shore
In the Amgood old Ggolden Amdays.
They call me a bummer and a Ggin sot, too
But Amwhat cares GI for Ampraise
I Cwander around from Ftown to town
CJust like a roving Esign,
And Amall the people all say "There goes GTom Moore
In the Amdays Gof Am'49.
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In the Fdays of old, in the Cdays of gold
How Foftentimes I Crepine
For the Fdays of old when we Cdug up the gold
In the Amdays Gof Am'49.
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There Amwas Nantuck Bill, I knew Ghim well,
A feller that Amwas Gfond of Amtricks.
At a poker game he was always Gthere
And Amheavy with Ghis Ambricks.
He would Cante up and draw Fhis cards
CAnd go in a hatfull Eblind
In a Amgame of bluff, Bill lost his Gbreath
In the Amdays Gof Am'49.
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There Amwas New York Jake, a Gbutcher boy
He was Amalways Ggetting Amtight.
And every time that he got Gfull
He was Amalways Ghunting a Amfight.
One night he Crun up against a Fknife
In the Chands of old Bob EKline
And Amover Jake they held a Gwake
In the Amdays Gof Am'49.
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There was Ampoor old Jess, the old lame Gcuss
He Amnever Gwould Amrelent.
He never was known to miss Ga drink
Or Amever Gspend a Amcent.
At length Cold Jess like all Fthe rest
CWho never would Edecline,
In Amall his bloom went up the Gflume
In the Amdays Gof Am'49.
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AmThere was roaring Bill from GBuffalo
I Amnever Gwill Amforget.
He would roar all day and he'd roar Gall night
And I Amguess Ghe's Amroaring yet.
One night he Cfell in a Fprospector's hole
CIn a roaring bad Edesign,
In Amin that hole roared out his Gsoul
In the Amdays Gof Am'49.
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