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William poor Carroll
a cane he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco 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 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 to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned 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
sailed the air and came down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's and the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the 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,
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 he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As they rode him in to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco 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 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 to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned 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
sailed the air and came down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel
To show that all's and the courts are on the level
And that the in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the 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,
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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