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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
that the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To all's and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
that the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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