The Magdalene Laundries (from Tears of Stone)

I was an unmarried girl
 I'd just turned twenty-seven
 When they sent me to the sisters
 For the way men looked at me
 
 Branded as a jezebel
 I knew I was not bound for Heaven
 I'd be cast in shame
 Into the Magdalene laundries
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 Most girls come here pregnant
 Some by their own fathers
 Bridget got that belly
 By her parish priest
 
 We're trying to get things white as snow
 All of us woe-begotten-daughters
 In the steaming stains
 Of the Magdalene laundries
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 Prostitutes and destitutes
 And temptresses like me
 Fallen women
 Sentenced into dreamless drudgery
 Why do they call this heartless place
 Our Lady of Charity?
 Oh charity!
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 These bloodless brides of Jesus
 If they had just once glimpsed their groom
 Then they'd know and they'd drop the stones
 Concealed 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 drain
 At the Magdalene laundries
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 Peg O'Connell died today
 She was a cheeky girl
 A flirt
 They just stuffed her in a hole!
 Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!
 
 One day I'm going to die here too
 And they'll plant me in the dirt
 Like some lame bulb
 That never blooms come any spring
 Not any spring
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 No, not any spring
 Not any spring