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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he around his finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in down to the station
And booked for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take 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 hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high 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 was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And sat 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 whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's 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 that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he around his finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in down to the station
And booked for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take 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 hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high 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 was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And sat 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 whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's 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 that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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