Christy Moore - Magdalene laundry - live lyrics

The Magdalene Laundries Joni was an unmarried girl Just turned twenty-seven When they sent her to the sisters For the way men looked at her Branded as a jezebel She knew she was not bound for Heaven She'd been cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries Most girls went there pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got her belly From the parish priest They're trying to get things white as snow All of those woe-begotten-daughters In the steaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like Joni-- Fallen women-- Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ... Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Of charity! These bloodless brides of Jesus If they could just once glimpse their groom They'd drop their stones concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the gra** they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They'd like to wash those girls down the drains Of the Magdalene laundries Peg O'Connell died today she was a cheeky girl They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! Joni thinks she'll die there too and that they'll tramp her into the dirt Like some lame bulb that never will bloom When the springtime comes