Christy Moore – The Magdalene Laundries (Guitar)

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ARTIST: Christy Moore (Joni Mitchell cover with adapted lyrics and chords) SONG: The Magdalene Laundries [Intro] A [Verse 1]
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Joanie was an unmarried girl     just turned twenty-seven

          A                                              F#m
When they sent her to the sisters because of the way men looked at her

D                                 F#m
Branded as a jezebel she knew she was not bound for heaven

             D                      E         A
She had been cast in shame into the Magdalene laundries
[Verse 2] A F#m Most girls went there pregnant some by their own fathers
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  Bridget got her belly from the Parish Priest

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

       D                      E         A
In the steaming stains of the Magdalene laundries
[Bridge]
D                          F#m
Prostitutes and destitutes    and temptresses like Joanie

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Fallen women sentenced  into dreamless drudgery

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Why do the call this place    Our Lady Of Charity?

D
Of Charity?
[Verse 3]
      A                                       F#m
These bloodless brides of Jesus if they could just once glimpse their groom

       A                                      F#m
They'd drop the stones concealed behind their rosaries

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They wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the light out of a room

               D                         E                       A
They'd like to wash those girls down the drains of The Magdalene Launderies
[Outro]
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Peg O'Connell died today. She was a cheeky girl, they stuffed her in a hole

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

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

     D                                             F#m
Like some lame bulb that never will bloom when the springtime comes

         D
When the springtime comes

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When the springtime comes

         D
When the springtime comes
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