On one summer's day,
The Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.

She married a B&O brakeman
That took and throwed her down,
Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf
With a big gang hanging round
And to that crowd,
She hollered loud

R: Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
   Won't you come home?
   She moans the whole day long.
   I'll do the cookin', darling
   I'll pay the rent,
   I know I've done you wrong;
   'member that rainy eve that
   I threw you out,
   With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
   I know I'm to blame,
   Well, ain't that a shame
   Bill Bailey won't you please come home.

Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.

She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you no more?
Bill winks his eye
As he heard her cry

R: