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.