Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home? (1902 Public Domain)

Verse 1 Wonst a man took a no-shun for to act sub-lime, He had a girl-y wait-ing for him all the time; He lo-cated a cent-er in a ten-e-ment flat, And a-round the neigh-bor-hood he care-ried that. But she got a-ginst his ac-shuns dressed up swell, She turned him out on the street to hear him yell; He stood on the pave-ment in the pour-ing rain, And he sang to her this well-fa-mil-iar strain: Chorus Won't you come home, Bil Bay-ley, won't you come home? She moans the whole day long; I'll do the cook-ing, dar-ling, I'll pay the rent, I know I've done you wrong; Re-mem-ber that rain-y eve-ning that I drove you out, With noth-ing but a fine-tooth comb? Yes, I know I'm to blame, and ain't that a shame? Bil Bay-ley, won't you please come home? Verse 2 Bil-ly drove a-way in an au-to-mo-beel, The way that fel-low act-ed made the naberz squeal; He went to a par-ty down at John-son's hall, And he did-n't care for the rain a-tall. But the hap-py times they end-ed pur-ty soon, And Bil-ly found him-self with-out a sin-gull dime; He went right back to that flat, you see, And he start-ed to plead on a bend-ed knee: Chorus Won't you come home, Bil Bay-ley, won't you come home? She moans the whole day long; I'll do the cook-ing, dar-ling, I'll pay the rent, I know I've done you wrong; Re-mem-ber that rain-y eve-ning that I drove you out, With noth-ing but a fine-tooth comb? Yes, I know I'm to blame, and ain't that a shame? Bil Bay-ley, won't you please come home?