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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics 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 your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics 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 your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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