On one summer's day, sun was shining fine. The lady love of old Bill Bailey was hanging clothes On de line in her back yard and weeping hard. She married a B. and O. brakeman, Dat took and throw'd her down. Bellering like a prune-fed calf wid a big gang hangin' 'round. And to dat crowd, she yelled out loud: Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home She moans the whole day long I'll do de cooking, darling I'll pay de rent I knows I've done you wrong Member dat rainy eve dat I drove you out Wid nothin' but a fine tooth comb I knows I'se to blame, well, ain't dat a shame Bill Bailey, won't you please come home