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William Zanzinger killed poor Carroll
With a cane he twirled his finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear 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 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 took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to 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 face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the 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 have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just 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 philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane he twirled his finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear 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 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 took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to 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 face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the 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 have chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who just 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 philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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