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Tell old Bill when he comes home this morning
Tell old Bill when he comes home this evening
Tell old Bill when he comes home
Leave those downtown gals alone
This morning, this evening, so soon
Old Sal was baking bread this morning
Old Sal was baking bread this evening
Old Sal was baking bread
She found out that her Bill was dead
This morning, this evening, so soon
Oh no, it can't be so this morning
Oh no, it can't be so this evening
Oh no, it can't be so
They killed my Bill about an hour ago
This morning, this evening, so soon
They brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon this morning
They brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon
They brought Bill home in a hurry-up wagon
Poor dead Bill, how his toes were draggin'
This morning, this evening, so soon
Oh no, it cannot be this morning
Oh no, it cannot be this evening
Oh no, it cannot be
Killed my Bill in the first degree
This morning, this evening, so soon
This morning, this evening, so soon