She Is More To Be Pitied Than Censured

First Verse
At the old con-cert hall on the Bow-'ry__
'Round a ta-ble were seat-ed one night,___
A crowd of young fel-lows ca-rous-ing,___
With them life seemed cheer-ful and bright,___

At the next ta-ble some one was seat-ed,____
A girl who had fall - en to shame,___
All the young fel-lows jeered at her week-ness,__
'Till they heard an old wom-an ex-claim;___

[Chorus] She is more to be pit-ied than cen-sured,__
She is more to be helped than de - spised,__
She is on-ly a las-sie who ven-tured,__
On life's storm-y path ill ad - vised,___

Do not scorn her with words fierce and bit-ter,__
Do not laugh at her shame and down-fall,___
For a mo-ment just stop and con-sid-er,___
That a man  was the cause of it all.___ 

Second Verse
There's an old fash-ioned church 'round the cor-ner,
Where the nigh-bors all gath-ered one day,___
While the par-son was preach-ing a ser-mon,___
O'er a soul that had just passed a - way,____

'Twas this same way-ward girl from the Bow-'ry__
Who a life of ad-ven-ture had led,____
Did the cler-gy-man jeer at her down-fall?__
No, he asked for God's mer-cy and said;__

[Chorus] She is more to be pit-ied than cen-sured,__
She is more to be helped than de - spised,__
She is on-ly a las-sie who ven-tured,__
On life's storm-y path ill ad - vised,___

Do not scorn her with words fierce and bit-ter,__
Do not laugh at her shame and down-fall,___
For a mo-ment just stop and con-sid-er,___
That a man  was the cause of it all.___