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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

演唱者：Martin Carthy / Dave Swarbrick

专辑：Signs of Life

    作词 : Dylan Bob

    作曲 : Dylan Bob

    William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

    With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

    At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'

    And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him

    As they 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

    Take the rag away from your face

    Now ain't the time for your tears

    William 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 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 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 fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

    Who 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

    And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level

    Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

    That sailed through the air and came down through the room

    Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle

    And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger

    But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all 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 'em

    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 feelin' that way without warnin'

    And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished

    And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance

    William 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

    作词 : Dylan Bob

    作曲 : Dylan Bob

    William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

    With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

    At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'

    And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him

    As they 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

    Take the rag away from your face

    Now ain't the time for your tears

    William 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 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 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 fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

    Who 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

    And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level

    Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

    That sailed through the air and came down through the room

    Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle

    And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger

    But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all 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 'em

    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 feelin' that way without warnin'

    And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished

    And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance

    William 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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