She Is More To Be Pitied Than Censured - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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 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 exclaim: 
Chorus. 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'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:- Chorus.