How I laughed like a Lord When my friends said: Beware Of the flush in her cheek And the flower in her hair But I’m not laughing now For my friends warned me well Though she promised me Heaven She sent me to Hell I’m no more a sinner Than any man here I’m no less a saint Than the priest at God’s ear But now I am snared They will punish me well With a ladder to Heaven And a rope down to Hell Will there no mercy be For a boy led adrift By the feel of warm lips Or the flash of a shift Well if he who’d pass judgement Knows nothing of lust Then he who’d pass judgement’s No man I would trust