Christy Moore - The magdalene laundries

^AJoanie was an unmarried girl ^F#m just turned twenty-seven When they ^Asent her to the sisters because of the way men ^F#mlooked at her ^DBranded as a jezebel she knew she ^F#mwas not bound for heaven She had been ^Dcast in shame into the ^EMagdalene ^Alaundries

^A Bridget got her belly from the Parish ^F#mPriest They're trying to ^Dget things as white as snow, all of those ^F#mwoe-begotten daughters In the ^Dsteaming stains of the ^EMagdalene ^Alaundries

^DProstitutes and destitutes ^F#m and temptresses like Joanie ^DFallen women sentenced into ^F#mdreamless drudgery ^DWhy do the call this place ^F#m Our Lady Of Charity? ^DOf Charity?

These ^Abloodless brides of Jesus if they could ^F#mjust once glimpse their groom They'd ^Adrop the stones concealed behind their ^F#mrosaries ^DThey wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the ^F#mlight out of a room They'd like to ^Dwash those girls down the ^Edrains of The Magdalene ^ALaunderies

^APeg O'Connell died today. She was a ^F#mcheeky girl, they stuffed her in a hole ^ASurely to God you'd think at least some ^F#mbells should ring ^DJoanie thinks she'll die there too and that they'll ^F#mtramp her in the dirt Like ^Dsome lame bulb that never will bloom when the ^F#mspringtime comes When the ^Dspringtime comes When the ^F#mspringtime comes When the ^Dspringtime comes F#m D F#m D F#m