Standard (EADGBE)
I am as god made me
I have no desire
For a mouth at my breast
Or a pot on the fire
I heed the higher voices,
I go where I'm sent
To mow down the men who refuse to repent
I'm a scythe
In a field full of briars
Chorus
And they won't call me mother
Or sister or wife
They will know me or not
by the strenght of my life
I will burn with a light of my own
They'll know me as Joan
Verse 2
The courage of Catherine,
The flames of the forge,
The Sword of St. Michael,
The blood of St. George,
I take what I'm given,
I follow my truth,
I gladly abandon the bloom of my youth,
I'm the lashing,
that falls from the scourge.
Last verse and chorus the same.