She May Have Seen Better Days / She's More to Be Pitied Than Censured / Let Her Sleep Under the Bar

She May Have Seen Better Days / She's More to Be Pitied Than Censured / Let Her Sleep Under the Bar - The Sing-ALong Gang

While strolling along

With the city's vast throng

On a night that was bitterly cold

I noticed a crowd

Who were laughing aloud

At something they chanced to behold

I stopped for to see

What the object could be

And there on a doorstep lay

A woman in tears

From the crowd's angry jeers

And then I heard somebody say

She may have seen better days

When she was in her prime

She may have seen better days

Once upon a time

Though by the wayside she fell

She may yet mend her ways

Some poor old mother is waiting

For her who has seen better days

Though by the wayside she fell

She may yet mend her ways

Some poor old mother is waiting

For her who has seen better days

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

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

'Twas a cold winter's evening

The guests were all leaving

Oh Leary was closing the bar

When he turned and he said

To the lady in red

Get out

You can't stay where you are

She shed a sad tear in her bucket of beer

As she thought of the cold night ahead

When a gentleman dapper stepped

Out of the phone booth

And these are the words that he said

Her mother never told her

The things a young girl should know

About the ways of college men

And how they come and go

Age has taken her beauty

And sin has left its sad scar

So remember your mothers and sisters boys

And let her sleep under the bar

Her mother never told her

The things a young girl should know

About the ways of college men

And how they come and go

Age has taken her beauty

And sin has left its sad scar

So remember your mothers and sisters boys

And let her sleep under the bar