SHE'S MORE TO BE PITIED THAN CENSURED

(William B. Gray)



At the old concert hall on the Bowery,

'Round a table were seated one night,

A crowd of young fellows carousing

With them life seemed cheerful and bright.

At the very next table was seated

A girl who had fallen to shame,

All the young fellows jeered at her weakness,

Till they heard an old woman explain:





cho: She is more to be pitied than censured,

She is more to be helped than despised.

She is only a lassie who ventured

On life's stormy path, ill-advised;

Do not scorn her with words fierce and bitter

Do not laugh at her shame and downfall.

For a moment, just stop and consider

That a man was the cause of it all.





There's an old-fashioned church 'round the corner

Where the neighbors all gathered one day,

While the parson was preaching a sermon

O'ere a soul that had just passed away;

'Twas this same wayward girl from the Bow'ry

Who a life of adventure had led.

Did the clergyman jeer at her downfall?

No! He asked for God's mercy, and said:



@tearjerker

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