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William Zanzinger Hattie Carroll
a that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
a that he twirled around his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And 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.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the 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 up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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