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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops in and his from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William 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 relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear words 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 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 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 whole other level,
Got killed 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 done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops in and his from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William 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 relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders
And swear words 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 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 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 whole other level,
Got killed 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 done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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