Were trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains Of the magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me
Fallen women Sentenced into dreamless drudgery
Why do they call this heartless place Our lady of charity
Oh charity
These bloodless brides of jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then theyd know and theyd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
Theyd like to drive us down the drain At the magdalene laundries
Peg oconnell died today
She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring
One day I'm going to die here too And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring
Not any spring
No not any spring
Not any spring
[00:23.74]I was an unmarried girl [00:25.38] [00:27.39]I'd just turned twenty-seven [00:29.21] [00:31.29]When they sent me to the sisters [00:33.81] [00:34.31]For the way men looked at me [00:36.64] [00:39.53]Branded as a jezebel [00:41.30] [00:41.80]I knew I was not bound for heaven [00:45.01] [00:46.01]Id be cast in shame [00:47.84]Into the magdalene laundries [00:51.74] [00:59.60]Most girls come here pregnant [01:01.49] [01:03.57]Some by their own fathers [01:05.83] [01:08.60]Bridget got that belly [01:09.82]By her parish priest [01:12.09] [01:15.17]Were trying to get things white as snow [01:17.69]All of us woe-begotten-daughters [01:21.40] [01:22.03]In the streaming stains [01:23.92]Of the magdalene laundries [01:27.95] [01:35.55]Prostitutes and destitutes [01:37.89] [01:39.27]And temptresses like me [01:41.28] [01:43.43]Fallen women [01:44.75]Sentenced into dreamless drudgery [01:48.33] [01:51.49]Why do they call this heartless place [01:54.13]Our lady of charity [01:55.84] [01:57.79]Oh charity [01:59.11] [02:07.23]These bloodless brides of jesus [02:09.44]If they had just once glimpsed their groom [02:13.72]Then theyd know and theyd drop the stones [02:16.86]Concealed behind their rosaries [02:19.68] [02:23.21]They wilt the grass they walk upon [02:25.20] [02:25.71]They leech the light out of a room [02:28.15] [02:29.79]Theyd like to drive us down the drain [02:31.80]At the magdalene laundries [02:35.66] [02:43.52]Peg oconnell died today [02:45.51] [02:46.83]She was a cheeky girl [02:48.34]A flirt [02:49.04]They just stuffed her in a hole [02:50.83] [02:51.64]Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring [02:55.93] [02:59.25]One day I'm going to die here too [03:02.04]And they'll plant me in the dirt [03:04.25] [03:07.38]Like some lame bulb [03:08.58]That never blooms come any spring [03:12.57] [03:14.27]Not any spring [03:15.26] [03:41.77]No not any spring [03:43.35] [03:50.27]Not any spring
