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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon 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 face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words 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 from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie 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 at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with 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 that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon 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 face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words 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 from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie 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 at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the get properly handled
that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with 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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