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