1902 – Hughie Cannon
Won’t you come home, bill bailey, won’t you come home
I’ve moaned the whole night long
I’ll do the cookin’, honey, I’ll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong
You remember that rainy evenin’
I threw you out….with nothin’ but a fine tooth comb
I know I’m to blame, now… ain’t it a shame
Bill bailey, won’t you please come home