How about this tale of a poor unfortunate lass? She is More to be Pitied than Censured': At the old concert hall on the Bowery 'Round the table were seated one night A crowd of young fellows carousing, With them life seemed cheerfull and bright. At the very next table was seated A girl who had fallen to shame; And 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 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.
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