It's called The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll.
Williams and Zinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
with a cane that he twirled round his diamond ring finger
at a Baltimore Hotel society gathering.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from
him as they rode him in custody down to the station
and booked Williams and Zinger for first-degree murder.
Ah,
but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Williams and Zinger,
who at 24 years owns a tobacco farm of 600 acres with rich,
wealthy
parents who provide and protect him in high
office relations in the government of Maryland,
reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
and swear words and sneering and his tongue
it was snarling and in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
Ah, but you
who philosophize
disgrace and criticize 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 51 years old and give birth to 10 children.
She carried the dishes and took out the garbage
and never 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,
got killed by a blow and lay slain by a cane
that sailed through the room and came down through the air,
doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never spoke once to Williams and Zinger.
Ah, but you
who philosophize disgrace
and criticize the 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 that the strings in the books ain't
pulled and persuaded and that even the nobles get properly handled.
Once that the cops have chased after and caught him
and that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
stared at the person who killed for no reason,
who just happened to be feeling that way without warning,
and he spoke through his cloak,
most deep and distinguished,
and handed out strongly for penalty and repentance,
Williams and Zinger, with a six-month sentence.
Ah,
but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
bury the rag deep in
your face, for now's the time for your tears.
Ah, Zinger.
Ah, Zinger.
Ah, Zinger.
Ah, Zinger.