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Joanie was an unmarried girl, just turned twenty-seven
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 Magdalene Laundries
Most girls went there pregnant, some by their own fathers
Brigid got her belly from the parish priest
Trying to get things as white as snow
All of those woe-begotten daughters
In the steaming stains of the Magdalene Laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes and temptresses like Joanie
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 the stones concealed behind their Rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon, they leech the light out of Rome
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 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
When the Springtime comes
When the Springtime comes
