Verse 1

ON ONE SUM-MER'S DAY, SUN WAS SHIN-ING FINE.
THE LA-DY LOVE OF OLD BILL BAIL-EY WAS HANGING CLOTHES ON DE LINE
IN HER BACK YARD, AND WEEP-ING HARD:
SHE MAR-RIED A B & O BRAKE-MAN, DAT TOOK AND THROW'D HER DOWN,
BEL-LER-ING LIKE A PRUNE-FED CALF, WID A BIG GANG HANG-ING 'ROUND;
AND TO DAT CROWD, SHE YELLED OUT LOUD;

Verse 2

BILL DROVE BY DAT DOOR, IN AN AU-TO-MO-BILE,
A GREAT BIG DIA-MOND, COACH AND FOOT-MAN, HEAR DAT BIG WENCH SQUEAL;
"HE'S ALL A-LONE," I HEARD HER GROAN;
SHE HOL-LERED THRO' THAT DOOR, "BILL BAIL-EY, IS YOU SORE?
STOP A MINUTE; WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME? WON'T I SEE YOU NO MORE?"
BILL WINKED HIS EYE, AS HE HEARD HER CRY:

Chorus

WON'T YOU COME HOME BILL BAIL-EY?, WON'T YOU COME HOME?
SHE MOANS THE WHOLE DAY  LONG
I'LL DO DE COOK-ING, DAR-LING, I'LL PAY DE RENT;
I KNOWS I'VE DONE YOU WRONG;
'MEM-BER DAT RAIN-Y EVE DAT I DROVE YOU OUT,
WID NOTH-ING 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?

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