Maid of Orleans
There stood Joan, “The Maid of Orleans”-
Brave, full of wit, modesty and simplicity!
Being tried by the rascals of the Church of England for heresy
And lay in their hands her night or day;
Oh, the young warrior toiling for dear life!
So young, yet deeds of height for the Kingdom of France, for her motherland;
The voices of the angels moved her to the field where she killed,
Took up the sacred sword and swore by God, for God, for France;
Oh, young lass, now betrayed by the King!
And here on that fateful day,
Sacrificed in the flames and
Done to death a martyr,
A young warrior, a daughter, a lovely soul—Joan of Arc!
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