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William killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane 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 rode him in custody to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat 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 other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, 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,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
a cane 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 rode him in custody to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat 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 other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, 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,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for tears.
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