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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to 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 that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that 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,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 face
For now's the for tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a of 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 people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to 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 that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that 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,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 face
For now's the for tears.
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