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killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon 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 all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the and out the garbage
And never sat once 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 the ashtrays on a other level,
Got by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 even the get properly handled
Once that the cops 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he 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 in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon 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 all fears,
Take the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the and out the garbage
And never sat once 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 the ashtrays on a other level,
Got by a blow, lay by a cane
sailed through the air and down through the room,
Doomed and to all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 even the get properly handled
Once that the cops 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he 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 in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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