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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his 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 philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and 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 the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a that he his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took 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 all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy parents who and protect him
And high office in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his 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 philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away 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 and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and through the room,
and determined to all the gentle.
And she done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and 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 the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and all fears,
the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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