The Magdalene Laundries

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[Verse 1]
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Joanie was an unmarried girl     
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just turned twenty-seven
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When they sent her to the sisters 
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because of the way men looked at her
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Branded as a jezebel she knew she 
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was not bound for heaven
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She had been cast in shame into the
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 Magdalene laundries


[Verse 2]
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Most girls went there pregnant    
some by their own fathers
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  Bridget got her belly from the 
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Parish Priest
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They're trying to get things as 
white as snow, all of those 
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woe-begotten daughters
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In the steaming stains of the 
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Magdalene laundries


[Bridge]
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Prostitutes and destitutes    and 
temptresses like Joanie
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Fallen women sentenced  into 
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dreamless drudgery
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Why do the call this place    Our 
Lady Of Charity?
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Of Charity?


[Verse 3]
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These bloodless brides of Jesus if 
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they could just once glimpse their 
groom
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They'd drop the stones concealed 
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behind their rosaries
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They wilt the grass they walk upon
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 they leech the light out of a room
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They'd like to wash those girls 
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down the drains of The Magdalene 
Launderies


[Otro]
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Peg O'Connell died today. She was 
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a cheeky girl, they stuffed her in a
 hole
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Surely to God you'd think at least
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 some bells should ring
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Joanie thinks she'll die there too
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 and that they'll tramp her in the 
dirt
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Like some lame bulb that never will
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 bloom when the springtime comes
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When the springtime comes
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When the springtime comes
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When the springtime comes
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