Video de Magdalene Laundries

Joanie was an unmarried girl just turned twenty-seven

When they sent her to the sisters because of the way men looked at her

Branded as a jezebel she knew she was not bound for heaven

She had been cast in shame into the Magdalen launderies

Most girls went there pregnant some by their own fathers

Bridget got her belly from the Parish Priest

They're trying to wash things as white as snow,all of those woe-begotten daughters

In the steaming stains of the Magdalen launderies

Prostitutes and destitutes and temptresses like Joanie

Fallen women sentenced into dreamless drudgery

Why do the call this place Our Lady Of Charity?

Of Charity?

These bloodless brides of Jesus if they could just once glimpse their groom

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 wash those girls down the drains of The Magdalene Launderies

Peg O'Connell died today.She was a cheeky girl,they stuffed her in a hole

Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring

Joanie thinks she'll die there too and that they'll tramp her in the dirt

Like some lame bulb that never will bloom when the springtime comes

When the springtime comes