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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' honey, I'll pay the rent; I know I've done you wrong. Remember that rainevenin' I threw you out with nothin' but a fine tooth comb? I know I'm to blame, well ain't that a shame, Bill Bailwon't you please come home.