Our Lady of the Harbour
Should I call thee
Joan or Jean
My lady of Orleans
He screamed
Or maybe should I
Call thee mistress
Of the harbour
Since twas across
The very length
Of our fine battlefield
So green she rode
Naked
Minus both her
Shield and sword
Yes twas there she
Blushed most chaste
Before the hoard
Tho modesty was
Saved of course
Since she was
Mounted sideways
Pon her horse
Aye there she sat
Draped in the cross
Of good Saint George
Our lady swore
Tho quiet of course
She could not
Gallop any bloody faster
And so upon retreat
A sure sign of our defeat
Us men of war
Thanked heaven for
The galleons anchored
Both offshore and
For those moored in
The harbour
Although for Joan or Jean
It did no good since she
Was placed atop a pile o wood
And burned alive
Our lady of Orleans and
Mistress of the harbour