One one summer's day, 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

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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 evening 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

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