A [Verse 1] A F#m Joanie was an unmarried girl just turned twenty-seven A F#m When they sent her to the sisters because of the way men looked at her D F#m Branded as a jezebel she knew she was not bound for heaven D E A She had been cast in shame into the Magdalene laundries [Verse 2] A F#m Most girls went there pregnant some by their own fathers A F#m Bridget got her belly from the Parish Priest D F#m They're trying to get things as white as snow, all of those woe-begotten daughters D E A In the steaming stains of the Magdalene laundries [Bridge] D F#m Prostitutes and destitutes and temptresses like Joanie D F#m Fallen women sentenced into dreamless drudgery D F#m Why do the call this place Our Lady Of Charity? D Of Charity? [Verse 3] A F#m These bloodless brides of Jesus if they could just once glimpse their groom A F#m They'd drop the stones concealed behind their rosaries D F#m They wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the light out of a room D E A They'd like to wash those girls down the drains of The Magdalene Launderies [Outro] A F#m Peg O'Connell died today. She was a cheeky girl, they stuffed her in a hole A F#m Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring D F#m Joanie thinks she'll die there too and that they'll tramp her in the dirt D F#m Like some lame bulb that never will bloom when the springtime comes D When the springtime comes F#m When the springtime comes D When the springtime comes F#m D F#m D F#m