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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane 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 custody to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With parents who and him
And high 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 minutes on was out walking.
But you who 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 years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came 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,
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 that all's equal and the 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for 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 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 custody to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six hundred acres
With parents who and him
And high 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 minutes on was out walking.
But you who 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 years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came 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,
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 that all's equal and the 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for 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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