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.