Lyrics: First verse 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 prunefed calf, wid a big gang hanging ‘round; and to dat crowd, She yelled out loud: Chorus Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home? She moans de whole day long; I'll do de cooking, darling, I'll pay de rent; I knows I've done you wrong; ‘Menber dat rainy eve dat I drove you out, Wid nothing 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? home? Second verse Bill drove by dat door In an automobile, A great big diamond, coach and footman, hear dat big wench squeal; "" He's all alone I heard her groan; She hollered thro' that door, ""Bill Bailey, 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:
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://188.8.131.52/cdm4/intro_harris.php