Key: A ♫ 🎸 Intro: C Em C D A7sus2 ♫ 🎸 Verse 1: G Em I was an unmarried girl, I'd just turned twenty-seven G Em When they sent me to the sisters for the way men looked at me C Em Branded as a Jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven C D A7sus2 I'd be cast in shame into the Magdalene laundries
♫ 🎸 Verse 2: G Em Most girls come here pregnant,some by their own fathers G Em Bridget got that belly by her parish priest, C Em We're trying to get things white as snow, all of us woe-begotten daughters C D A7sus2 In the streaming stains of the Magdalene laundries ♫ 🎸 Bridge: C Em Prostitutes and destitutes and temptresses like me C Em Fallen women sentenced into dreamless drudgery C Em Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? C Oh, charity ♫ 🎸 Verse 3: G Em These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom, then they'd know G Em and they'd drop the stones concealed behind their rosaries C Em They wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the light out of a room C D A7sus2 They'd like to drive us down the drain at the Magdalene laundries ♫ 🎸 Verse 4: G Em Peg O'Connell died today, she was a cheeky gir, a flirt, they just stuffed her in a hole! G Em Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! C Em One day I'm going to die here too and they'll plant me in the dirt C Em Like some lame bulb hat never blooms, come any spring G Em G Em C Em C Not any spring