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Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people 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
sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and 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 person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way 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 deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people 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
sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and 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 person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way 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 deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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