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killed Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your 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 was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize 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 all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your 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 was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And sat at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize 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 all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And even the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, deep and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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