He raised her up and she raised her sword

(The princess?) scoffed but the people cheered

She grabbed the English king by the beard

Her parents cried and they called her names

But Joan knew she’d never be the same

She shined her armor, she cut her hair

She inflamed the crowds with her holy stare

Thousands followed in her brave command

Led them to victory and freed their land

She risked her life to make her stance

And became a savior, a savior to France

She won her battles, she earned her fame

But still they fed her to the flame

Her deeds will live in song and poem

And now the Lord has called her home

God gave her strength, she did not fear

She stood proud as her death drew near

She lived her glory, she made her mark

And forever be known as Saint Joan of Arc

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