The story of the Magdalene Laundries.Joni Mitchell wrote her song about "the steaming stains of the Magdalene laundries" back in 1993. The Magdalene Laundriesby Joni Mitchell I was an unmarried girlI'd just turned twenty-sevenWhen they sent me to the sistersFor the way men looked at me.Branded as a jezebel,I knew I was not bound for HeavenI'd be cast in shameInto the Magdalene laundries. Most girls come here pregnantSome by their own fathers.Bridget got that bellyBy her parish priest.We're trying to get things white as snow,All of us woe-begotten daughters,In the steaming stainsOf the Magdalene laundries. Prostitutes and destitutesAnd temptresses like me—Fallen women—Sentenced into dreamless drudgery—Why do they call this heartless placeOur 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 stonesConcealed 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 drainAt the Magdalene laundries. Peg O'Connell died today.She was a cheeky girl,A flirtThey just stuffed her in a hole!Surely to God you'd think at leastsome bells should ring!One day I'm going to die here too.And they'll plant me in the dirtLike some lame bulbThat never blooms come any spring,Come any spring,No, not any spring... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwgTSC-stIM
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