The Chieftains with Joni Mitchell - The Magdalene Laundries Chords
Tempo:
104.5 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
D
C#
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#]
[A]
[F#m] I
[D]
[F#m]
[D] [E]
[F#]
[F#m] [A]
was an unmarried girl,
[C#] I'd just turned 27, [A]
when they sent me to the sisters, [C#]
for the
way men looked at me.
[F#m] [F#]
[D] Branded as a Jezebel, I knew [C#] I was not bound for heaven.
I'd [D] be cast in shame [E] into the Magdalene [F#m] [C#] laundries.
[A] Most girls come here pregnant, [F#]
[C#] some by their own fathers.
[A] Bridget got that belly [F#] by her parish priest.
[D] We're trying to get things white as snow, [F#] all of us, woe-begotten daughters, [C#]
[D] in the
steaming stains [E] of the [F#] Magdalene [F#m] laundries.
[C#] [F#m]
[D] Prostitutes and destitutes,
[F#m] and temptresses like me.
[B]
[D] Fallen women, sentenced [F#m] into dreamless tragedies.
[D] Why do they call this heartless place, [Bm] our lady of [C#] charity?
[F#]
[D] Charity.
[F#]
[A] These bloodless brides of Jesus, if they [C#m] had just [F#] once glimpsed their groom, then [C#] they'd know.
[A] And they'd drop those stones concealed behind [F#m] their rosaries.
[F#]
[D] They wilt the grass they walk upon, [F#] they leech [F#m] the light out of a [C#] room.
They'd like to [D] drive us down the drain, at [E] the [F#] Magdalene laundries.
[F#m]
[B] [F#m] [A]
Peg O'Connell died today, [F#m]
she was a cheeky [C#] girl, a flirt.
They just stuffed her in [A] a hole.
Surely to God you'd think at least [F#]
some bell should ring.
[C#]
[D] One day I'm gone, [Bm] and then they'll [C#] plant me in the dirt.
[D] Like some lame bulb that never blooms, [F#m] come [C#] any spring.
[A] Not any spring.
[F#m] Oh.
Come
[A] [A] any spring.
[F#m] Like some lame [D] bulb [D] that never blooms, come any spring.
[F#m] Like any spring.
[D] Like any spring.
Not any spring.
Come, come, any spring.
Not any spring.
come, come, any spring
Nothing is spring.
[A] [N]
[A]
[F#m] I
[D]
[F#m]
[D] [E]
[F#]
[F#m] [A]
was an unmarried girl,
[C#] I'd just turned 27, [A]
when they sent me to the sisters, [C#]
for the
way men looked at me.
[F#m] [F#]
[D] Branded as a Jezebel, I knew [C#] I was not bound for heaven.
I'd [D] be cast in shame [E] into the Magdalene [F#m] [C#] laundries.
[A] Most girls come here pregnant, [F#]
[C#] some by their own fathers.
[A] Bridget got that belly [F#] by her parish priest.
[D] We're trying to get things white as snow, [F#] all of us, woe-begotten daughters, [C#]
[D] in the
steaming stains [E] of the [F#] Magdalene [F#m] laundries.
[C#] [F#m]
[D] Prostitutes and destitutes,
[F#m] and temptresses like me.
[B]
[D] Fallen women, sentenced [F#m] into dreamless tragedies.
[D] Why do they call this heartless place, [Bm] our lady of [C#] charity?
[F#]
[D] Charity.
[F#]
[A] These bloodless brides of Jesus, if they [C#m] had just [F#] once glimpsed their groom, then [C#] they'd know.
[A] And they'd drop those stones concealed behind [F#m] their rosaries.
[F#]
[D] They wilt the grass they walk upon, [F#] they leech [F#m] the light out of a [C#] room.
They'd like to [D] drive us down the drain, at [E] the [F#] Magdalene laundries.
[F#m]
[B] [F#m] [A]
Peg O'Connell died today, [F#m]
she was a cheeky [C#] girl, a flirt.
They just stuffed her in [A] a hole.
Surely to God you'd think at least [F#]
some bell should ring.
[C#]
[D] One day I'm gone, [Bm] and then they'll [C#] plant me in the dirt.
[D] Like some lame bulb that never blooms, [F#m] come [C#] any spring.
[A] Not any spring.
[F#m] Oh.
Come
[A] [A] any spring.
[F#m] Like some lame [D] bulb [D] that never blooms, come any spring.
[F#m] Like any spring.
[D] Like any spring.
Not any spring.
Come, come, any spring.
Not any spring.
come, come, any spring
Nothing is spring.
[A] [N]
Key:
F#m
D
C#
A
F#
F#m
D
C#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] I _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ was an unmarried girl, _ _
[C#] _ I'd just turned 27, _ _ [A] _
when they sent me to the sisters, _ [C#]
for the
way men looked at me.
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ _ Branded as a Jezebel, I knew [C#] I was not bound for heaven.
_ I'd [D] be cast in shame [E] into the _ Magdalene [F#m] _ _ [C#] laundries. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ Most girls come here pregnant, _ [F#] _
_ [C#] _ some by their own fathers. _
[A] _ _ _ Bridget got that belly _ [F#] by her parish priest. _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ We're trying to get things white as snow, [F#] all of us, woe-begotten daughters, [C#] _
[D] in the
steaming stains [E] of the _ [F#] Magdalene _ _ [F#m] laundries. _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ Prostitutes and destitutes, _ _
[F#m] _ and temptresses like me.
[B] _ _
[D] _ _ Fallen women, _ sentenced [F#m] into dreamless _ _ tragedies. _ _
[D] _ Why do they call this heartless place, [Bm] our lady of [C#] charity?
_ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ Charity. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[A] _ These bloodless brides of Jesus, if they [C#m] had just [F#] once glimpsed their groom, then [C#] they'd know. _
[A] _ _ And they'd drop those stones concealed behind [F#m] their rosaries.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ They wilt the grass they walk upon, [F#] they leech [F#m] the light out of a [C#] room.
_ _ They'd like to [D] drive us down the drain, at [E] the _ [F#] Magdalene laundries.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ Peg O'Connell died today, _ _ [F#m] _
she was a cheeky [C#] girl, a flirt.
They just stuffed her in [A] a hole.
_ Surely to God you'd think at least [F#]
some bell should ring.
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ One day I'm gone, _ _ [Bm] and then they'll [C#] plant me in the dirt. _ _ _ _
[D] _ Like some lame bulb that never blooms, [F#m] come [C#] any spring. _ _
[A] Not any spring.
_ _ _ [F#m] Oh.
Come _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [A] any spring.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ Like some lame [D] _ bulb [D] that never blooms, come any spring.
_ [F#m] Like _ any spring.
[D] _ _ _ Like any spring.
Not any spring.
Come, come, any spring.
Not any spring.
come, come, any spring
Nothing is spring.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] I _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ was an unmarried girl, _ _
[C#] _ I'd just turned 27, _ _ [A] _
when they sent me to the sisters, _ [C#]
for the
way men looked at me.
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ _ Branded as a Jezebel, I knew [C#] I was not bound for heaven.
_ I'd [D] be cast in shame [E] into the _ Magdalene [F#m] _ _ [C#] laundries. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ Most girls come here pregnant, _ [F#] _
_ [C#] _ some by their own fathers. _
[A] _ _ _ Bridget got that belly _ [F#] by her parish priest. _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ We're trying to get things white as snow, [F#] all of us, woe-begotten daughters, [C#] _
[D] in the
steaming stains [E] of the _ [F#] Magdalene _ _ [F#m] laundries. _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ Prostitutes and destitutes, _ _
[F#m] _ and temptresses like me.
[B] _ _
[D] _ _ Fallen women, _ sentenced [F#m] into dreamless _ _ tragedies. _ _
[D] _ Why do they call this heartless place, [Bm] our lady of [C#] charity?
_ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ Charity. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[A] _ These bloodless brides of Jesus, if they [C#m] had just [F#] once glimpsed their groom, then [C#] they'd know. _
[A] _ _ And they'd drop those stones concealed behind [F#m] their rosaries.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ They wilt the grass they walk upon, [F#] they leech [F#m] the light out of a [C#] room.
_ _ They'd like to [D] drive us down the drain, at [E] the _ [F#] Magdalene laundries.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ Peg O'Connell died today, _ _ [F#m] _
she was a cheeky [C#] girl, a flirt.
They just stuffed her in [A] a hole.
_ Surely to God you'd think at least [F#]
some bell should ring.
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ One day I'm gone, _ _ [Bm] and then they'll [C#] plant me in the dirt. _ _ _ _
[D] _ Like some lame bulb that never blooms, [F#m] come [C#] any spring. _ _
[A] Not any spring.
_ _ _ [F#m] Oh.
Come _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [A] any spring.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ Like some lame [D] _ bulb [D] that never blooms, come any spring.
_ [F#m] Like _ any spring.
[D] _ _ _ Like any spring.
Not any spring.
Come, come, any spring.
Not any spring.
come, come, any spring
Nothing is spring.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _