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