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She's More to Be Pitied Than Censured 
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: