מילים לשיר Magdalene Laundries – Joni Mitchell

I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twentyWhen they sent me to the sisters
Branded as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
For the way men looked at me
Into the Magdalene laundries
I'd be cast in shame
Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
All of us woeWe're trying to get things white as snow
Of the Magdalene laundries
In the streaming stains Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like meFallen womenSentenced into dreamless drudgery .
Oh charity!
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
If they had just once glimpsed their groom These bloodless brides of Jesus
Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They'd like to drive us down the drain
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
At the Magdalene laundries Peg O'Connell died today
A flirt
She was a cheeky girl
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!
They just stuffed her in a hole!
One day I'm going to die here too
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
Not any spring
That never blooms come any spring
Not any springNo, not any spring.