Chords for The Magdalene Laundries
Tempo:
111 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
A
D
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[F#m]
[A] [E]
[F#m]
[B] [F#m] [D]
[A] I was an unmarried [E] girl,
[F#] I'd just turned 27, [A]
when they sent me to the sisters [F#] for the [F#m] way
men looked at me.
[D]
Rendered as a [B] Jezebel, I knew [F#m] I was not bound for heaven.
[D] I'd be cast in shame [E] into the middle of [F#m] their arms.
[A] Most girls I've ever met, I've never seen, I've never seen a man like me.
Some of us come here pregnant, [F#] [C#] some by their own fathers.
[A] Bridget got that [F#] Kelly by her parish priest.
[F#m] [A]
[D] We're trying to get things white [B] as snow.
[F#m] All of us woe-begotten daughters, [D]
ooze-steaming stains [E] of the [F#m] Magdalene laundromats.
[D]
Prostitutes and [B] destitutes, [F#m] and temptresses like me.
[D]
Father and wife sentenced [F#m] into dreamless drudgery.
[D] Why do they call this [B] heartless place, [F#m] Our Lady of Charity?
[A] Oh, Charity.
[B]
[A] These bloodless brides of Jesus, if [F#] they just once glimpsed their [B] groom,
[A] and they'd know, and they'd drop the stones concealed [F#] behind their rosaries.
[F#m] [D]
They wilt the grass they walk [B] upon, they [F#m] leach the light out of a room.
[A] They'd like to drive us down the drain [E] at the [F#m] Magdalene laundromats.
[A] Peg O'Connell died [E] today.
[F#] She was a cheeky girl, a flirt, they just [A] stuffed her in a hole.
Surely to God you'd [E] think at least [F#] some bell should ring.
[F#m]
[D] One day I'm gonna [A] die here too, [F#m] and they'll plant me in the dirt.
[D] Some lame-bobbed [B] little blues
[F#m] come in the spring, [A] not in the spring.
Mm, [F#m] [F#] mm, mm, mm, [E] mm, [A]
mm, [F#m] mm, mm.
[D] [A]
Ay [F#m]-ay-ay.
[D]
No, not in the spring.
[A]
Not in the spring.
[D]
[F#m]
[A] [E]
[F#m]
[B] [F#m] [D]
[A] I was an unmarried [E] girl,
[F#] I'd just turned 27, [A]
when they sent me to the sisters [F#] for the [F#m] way
men looked at me.
[D]
Rendered as a [B] Jezebel, I knew [F#m] I was not bound for heaven.
[D] I'd be cast in shame [E] into the middle of [F#m] their arms.
[A] Most girls I've ever met, I've never seen, I've never seen a man like me.
Some of us come here pregnant, [F#] [C#] some by their own fathers.
[A] Bridget got that [F#] Kelly by her parish priest.
[F#m] [A]
[D] We're trying to get things white [B] as snow.
[F#m] All of us woe-begotten daughters, [D]
ooze-steaming stains [E] of the [F#m] Magdalene laundromats.
[D]
Prostitutes and [B] destitutes, [F#m] and temptresses like me.
[D]
Father and wife sentenced [F#m] into dreamless drudgery.
[D] Why do they call this [B] heartless place, [F#m] Our Lady of Charity?
[A] Oh, Charity.
[B]
[A] These bloodless brides of Jesus, if [F#] they just once glimpsed their [B] groom,
[A] and they'd know, and they'd drop the stones concealed [F#] behind their rosaries.
[F#m] [D]
They wilt the grass they walk [B] upon, they [F#m] leach the light out of a room.
[A] They'd like to drive us down the drain [E] at the [F#m] Magdalene laundromats.
[A] Peg O'Connell died [E] today.
[F#] She was a cheeky girl, a flirt, they just [A] stuffed her in a hole.
Surely to God you'd [E] think at least [F#] some bell should ring.
[F#m]
[D] One day I'm gonna [A] die here too, [F#m] and they'll plant me in the dirt.
[D] Some lame-bobbed [B] little blues
[F#m] come in the spring, [A] not in the spring.
Mm, [F#m] [F#] mm, mm, mm, [E] mm, [A]
mm, [F#m] mm, mm.
[D] [A]
Ay [F#m]-ay-ay.
[D]
No, not in the spring.
[A]
Not in the spring.
[D]
Key:
F#m
A
D
B
F#
F#m
A
D
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ I was an unmarried [E] girl, _
[F#] _ I'd just turned 27, _ _ [A] _
when they sent me to the sisters [F#] for the [F#m] way
men looked at me.
_ _ [D] _ _
Rendered as a [B] Jezebel, I knew [F#m] I was not bound for heaven.
_ [D] I'd be cast in shame [E] into the middle of [F#m] their arms. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Most girls I've ever met, I've never seen, I've never seen a man like me.
Some of us come here pregnant, _ [F#] _ [C#] some by their own fathers.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ Bridget got that [F#] Kelly by her parish priest.
[F#m] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ We're trying to get things white [B] as snow.
[F#m] All of us woe-begotten daughters, _ _ [D]
ooze-steaming stains [E] of the _ [F#m] Magdalene laundromats. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ Prostitutes and [B] destitutes, [F#m] _ and temptresses like me.
_ _ [D] _ _
Father and wife sentenced [F#m] into dreamless drudgery.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Why do they call this [B] heartless place, [F#m] Our Lady of Charity? _
_ [A] Oh, Charity. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [A] _ These bloodless brides of Jesus, if [F#] they just once glimpsed their [B] groom,
[A] and they'd know, and they'd drop the stones concealed [F#] behind their rosaries.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _
They wilt the grass they walk [B] upon, they [F#m] leach the light out of a room.
_ [A] They'd like to drive us down the drain [E] at the _ _ [F#m] Magdalene _ laundromats. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Peg O'Connell died [E] today.
[F#] She was a cheeky girl, a flirt, they just [A] stuffed her in a hole.
Surely to God you'd [E] think at least [F#] some bell should ring.
[F#m] _ _ _
_ [D] _ One day I'm gonna [A] die here too, [F#m] and they'll plant me in the dirt. _ _
[D] _ Some lame-bobbed [B] little blues _
[F#m] come in the spring, _ [A] not in the spring.
_ Mm, [F#m] _ [F#] mm, _ mm, mm, [E] mm, [A] _ _
mm, _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ mm, _ mm.
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ Ay [F#m]-ay-ay. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ No, not in the spring. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ Not in the spring.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ I was an unmarried [E] girl, _
[F#] _ I'd just turned 27, _ _ [A] _
when they sent me to the sisters [F#] for the [F#m] way
men looked at me.
_ _ [D] _ _
Rendered as a [B] Jezebel, I knew [F#m] I was not bound for heaven.
_ [D] I'd be cast in shame [E] into the middle of [F#m] their arms. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Most girls I've ever met, I've never seen, I've never seen a man like me.
Some of us come here pregnant, _ [F#] _ [C#] some by their own fathers.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ Bridget got that [F#] Kelly by her parish priest.
[F#m] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ We're trying to get things white [B] as snow.
[F#m] All of us woe-begotten daughters, _ _ [D]
ooze-steaming stains [E] of the _ [F#m] Magdalene laundromats. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ Prostitutes and [B] destitutes, [F#m] _ and temptresses like me.
_ _ [D] _ _
Father and wife sentenced [F#m] into dreamless drudgery.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Why do they call this [B] heartless place, [F#m] Our Lady of Charity? _
_ [A] Oh, Charity. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [A] _ These bloodless brides of Jesus, if [F#] they just once glimpsed their [B] groom,
[A] and they'd know, and they'd drop the stones concealed [F#] behind their rosaries.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _
They wilt the grass they walk [B] upon, they [F#m] leach the light out of a room.
_ [A] They'd like to drive us down the drain [E] at the _ _ [F#m] Magdalene _ laundromats. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ Peg O'Connell died [E] today.
[F#] She was a cheeky girl, a flirt, they just [A] stuffed her in a hole.
Surely to God you'd [E] think at least [F#] some bell should ring.
[F#m] _ _ _
_ [D] _ One day I'm gonna [A] die here too, [F#m] and they'll plant me in the dirt. _ _
[D] _ Some lame-bobbed [B] little blues _
[F#m] come in the spring, _ [A] not in the spring.
_ Mm, [F#m] _ [F#] mm, _ mm, mm, [E] mm, [A] _ _
mm, _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ mm, _ mm.
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ Ay [F#m]-ay-ay. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ No, not in the spring. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ Not in the spring.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _