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William Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize 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 tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 from your 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 birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took 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 cleaned up all the food from the table
And the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
the cops have chased and '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 warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he around his ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize 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 tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 from your 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 birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took 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 cleaned up all the food from the table
And the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
the cops have chased and '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 warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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