Bill Bailey - Arthur Collins

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