She wasn't like most people who made war
She was a girl, young, a subject of scorn
She'd heard voices sent by God in her ear
Unlike others she acted upon it, not fear
At the siege of city of Orleans
Joan entered A desperate scene
And the English army broke
At Patay, the English lost hope
The French led by girl, hearing God
Finally the English were stopped
When the English had captured her,
They then made her a martyr
Calling her a heretic
Burning her to show dishonor
She nonetheless was honorable
And continues to inspire
The memory of her is one of a vision of hope
Her flesh became a burning pyre
