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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag 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 high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 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 people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 that the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who just happened 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 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 your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag 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 high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 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 people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 that the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
that the have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who just happened 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 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 your tears.
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