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William poor Hattie 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 took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
rich wealthy who provide and him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and 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 other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
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,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in 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 took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
rich wealthy who provide and him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a of on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and 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 other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
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,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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