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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And 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 matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the on a other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 even the get properly handled
that the cops chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And 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 matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the on a other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 even the get properly handled
that the cops chased and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most 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 deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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