Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magdalene Laundries, artist - Emmylou Harris. Date of issue: 14.04.2007
Song language: English
Magdalene Laundries |
| I was an unmarried girl |
| I’d just turned twenty-seven |
| When they sent me to the sisters |
| For the way men looked at me Branded as a jezebel |
| I knew I was not bound for Heaven |
| I’d be cast in shame |
| Into the Magdalene laundries |
| Most girls come here pregnant |
| Some by their own fathers |
| Bridget got that belly |
| By her parish priest |
| We’re 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 they’d know, and they’d drop the stones |
| Concealed behind their rosaries |
| They wilt the grass they walk upon |
| They leech the light out of a room |
| They’d like to drive us down the drain |
| At the Magdalene laundries |
| Peg O’Connell 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 |