Here is the version I just recorded.
I paticularly like the final chorus.
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[V.1]
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 care(s) I for praise
I wander ‘round from town to town
Just like a roving sign,
And the people all say, " There goes Tom Moore
From the days of '49.”
The days of '49.”
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[V.2]
My comrades, they all loved me well,
A jolly saucy crew,
A few hard cases, I’ll admit,
But they were brave and true ;
They ne'er would flinch, whate’er the pinch
They ne’er would fret or whine —
Like good old bricks, they stood the kicks
In the days of '49.
The days of '49.
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[CHORUS 1]        
For the days of old, for the days of gold
How oft-times I repine
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
In the days of'49.
In the days of'49.
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[V.3]
There was Black Jack Bill , one of the boys
He was always in for a game
No matter he lost or whether he won,
To him ‘twas all the same
He’d ante up and draw his cards
He’d go a hatful blind
But in a game with death,
Bill lost his breath,
In the days of '49
The days of ‘49
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[V.4]
There was New York Jake, a butcher's boy,
He was fond of getting tight
But every time that he got drunk
He was spoiling for a fight
Then Jake ran up against a knife
In the hands of old Bob Klein
And over Jake, we held a wake
In the days of '49
The days of ‘49
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[V.5]
Another chap from New Orleans
Big Reuben was his name,
On the plaza there, on a sardine box
He opened a faro game,
He dealt so fair, a millionaire
He became in the course of time,
Till Death stepped in and called the turn
In the days of '49.
The days of ‘49.
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[CHORUS 1]
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[V.6]
There was old Lame Jess, a hard old cuss,
Who never would repent ;
He was never known to miss a drink
Nor ever spend a cent;
But old Lame Jess,like all the rest,
To Death, he did resign
In all his bloom, went up the flume
In the days of '49.
The days of ‘49
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[V.7]
There was "Monte" Pete , I‘ll n’er forget
The luck he always had
He’d deal for you, both day and night
As long as you had a scad
One night a pistol "laid him out"
His last "lay out" so fine …
It caught Pete sure, right in the door
In the days of '49.
The days of ‘49.
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[V.8]
There was roaring Bill, from Bullafo
I never will forget …
He’d roar all day, and he’d roar all night
And I guess he's roaring yet ;
One night he fell in a prospect hole
‘Twas a roaring bad design ;
And in that hole, roared out his soul
In the days of '49.
The days of ‘49.
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[CHORUS 1]
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[V.9]
Of all the comrades that I had                        
There's none left here to boast ;
I'm all alone in my misery
Like some poor wandering ghost ;
And as I pass from town to town
They call me the ramblin’ sign —
"There goes Tom Moore, a bummer sure,
From the days of '49.
The days of ‘49."
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[FINAL CHORUS]
Oh, I miss the boys, and all the noise,
And the gold that once was mine ;
I’m battered and old, but our hearts were bold,
In the days of'49.
In the days of'49.
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