The Days Of '49
Ton : AEnglish
AmI'm old Tom Moore from the Gbummer's shore
In the gAmood old gGolden dAmays.
They call me a bummer and a gGin sot, too
But Amwhat cares GI for prAmaise
I Cwander around from tFown to town
CJust like a roving Esign,
And Amall the people all say "There goes GTom Moore
In the Amdays Gof 'Am49.
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In the Fdays of old, in the dCays of gold
How Foftentimes I reCpine
For the Fdays of old when we Cdug up the gold
In the dAmays oGf '4Am9.
There waAms Nantuck Bill, I knew hGim well,
A feller thatAm was foGnd of tAmricks.
At a poker game he was always tGhere
And heaAmvy withG his brAmicks.
He would Cante up and draw hFis cards
CAnd go in a hatfull Eblind
In aAm game of bluff, Bill lost his bGreath
In the dAmays oGf '4Am9.
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There waAms New York Jake, a butcheGr boy
He was aAmlways gGetting Amtight.
And every time that he got Gfull
He was alwAmays hunGting a Amfight.
One night heC run up against a Fknife
In the Chands of old Bob KEline
And Amover Jake they held a Gwake
In the dAmays oGf '4Am9.
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There was pAmoor old Jess, the old lameG cuss
He nAmever woGuld relAment.
Her never was known to miss Ga drink
Or Amever spGend a cAment.
At length olCd Jess like all thFe rest
CWho never would deEcline,
In aAmll his bloom went up theG flume
In the Amdays Gof 'Am49.
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TheAmre was roaring Bill from BGuffalo
I Amnever wGill forAmget.
He would roar all day and he'd roar Gall night
And I gAmuess heG's roarAming yet.
One night he fCell in a prospectoFr's hole
CIn a roaring bad dEesign,
In iAmn that hole roared out hisG soul
In the Amdays Gof 'Am49.
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