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killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and birth 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 on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and birth 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 on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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