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William Zanzinger poor Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That the air and down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she 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 judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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