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The Death Of Hattie Carroll
Bob

William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll,
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore society gath'rin',
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As rode him in custody down to the station,
And William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.

But you who philosophize, and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face, now ain't the time for
tears.

William Zanzinger, who at years,
a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him,
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders,
And swear and sneering, and his tongue it was
snarling,
In a of minutes on bail was out walking.

But you who philosophize, and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for
tears.

Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage,
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table,
Who cleaned up all the food from the table,
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.

But you who philosophize, and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face, now ain't the time for
tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge his gavel,
To show that all's equal and the courts are on the

And that the strings in the books pulled and
persuaded,
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em,
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason,
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,

And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.

Oh, but you who philosophize, and criticize all
fears,
Bury the rag deep in face, for now's the time for your
tears.