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