She Is More to Be Pitied than Censured.
Copyright. 1898, by Wm. B. Gray.
Words and Music by Wm. B. Gray.
At the old concert hall on the Bow'ry,
'Round the 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 exclaim:
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 tierce 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'er 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:- Cho.