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Christy Moore - Magdalene Laundries (Chord)
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Magdalene Laundries.
Christy Moore.
Album: Burning Times
Capo 2 (Over 5 Strings Drop D)

Written by Joni Mitchell who plays in
a key tuned down but it's basically in 'A'
Christy Moore also plays in 'A' I prefer 
it in Dropped 'D' as  is original too low.
Instead of 'G' you could play Em7 as below.

Em7  020033

D                       Bm                                      
I was a unmarried girl, I’d just turned twenty-seven, 
          D
When they sent me to the Sisters,                                    
        Bm                    G                       
For the way men looked at me, branded as a Jezebel, 
  Bm
I knew I was not bound for Heaven,
       G                       A         Bm        
I’d be cast in shame, into the Magdalene laundries.

D                              Bm                                       
Most girls come here pregnant, some by their own fathers, 
D                       Bm
Bridget got that belly, by her Parish Priest,
G                              
We’re trying to get things white as snow,
Bm
All of us woe begotten daughters, 
       G                        A         Bm   
In the streaming stains, of the Magdalene Laundries.

G                              Bm                               
Prostitutes and destitute, and temptresses like me, 
G                             Bm
Fallen women, sentenced into, dreamless drudgery, 
G                                                          
Why do they call this heartless place, 
    Bm                  G       Bm
Our Lady of Charity? Oh Charity!

D                                                       
These bloodless brides of Jesus, 
Bm
If they had just once glimpsed their Groom,
D                                                                      
Then they’d know and they’d drop those stones, 
Bm
concealed behind their rosaries,Magdalene Laundries.
Christy Moore.
Album: Burning Times
Capo 2 (Over 5 Strings Drop D)

Written by Joni Mitchell who plays in
a key tuned down but it's basically in 'A'
Christy Moore also plays in 'A' I prefer 
it in Dropped 'D' as it enhances the bass.

D                       Bm                                      
I was a unmarried girl, I’d just turned twenty-seven, 
          D
When they sent me to the Sisters,                                    
        Bm                    G                       
For the way men looked at me, branded as a Jezebel, 
  Bm
I knew I was not bound for Heaven,
       G                       A         Bm        
I’d be cast in shame, into the Magdalene laundries.

D                              Bm                                       
Most girls come here pregnant, some by their own fathers, 
D                       Bm
Bridget got that belly, by her Parish Priest,
G                              
We’re trying to get things white as snow,
Bm
All of us woe begotten daughters, 
       G                        A         Bm   
In the streaming stains, of the Magdalene Laundries.

G                              Bm                               
Prostitutes and destitute, and temptresses like me, 
G                             Bm
Fallen women, sentenced into, dreamless drudgery, 
G                                                          
Why do they call this heartless place, 
    Bm                  G       Bm
Our Lady of Charity? Oh Charity!

D                                                       
These bloodless brides of Jesus, 
Bm
If they had just once glimpsed their Groom,
D                                                                      
Then they’d know and they’d drop those stones, 
Bm
concealed behind their rosaries,
G                                                             
They wilt the grass they walk upon, 
Bm
They leech the light out of the room,
               G                                                   
They’d like to drive us down the drain, 
       A         Bm
At the Magdalene Laundries.

D                                                                                                            
Peg O’Connell died today, she was a cheeky girl, 
                   Bm
A flirt, they just stuffed her in a hole!
D                                                    Bm                                                        
Surely to God you’d think at least some bells should ring!
G                                              Bm                                                                                                              
One day I’m going to die here too, and they’ll plant me in the dirt, 
          G                                     Bm
Like some lame bulb, That never blooms come any spring, 
        G                   Bm              G      Bm (Hold)
Not any spring, no, not any spring, not any spring.

G                                                             
They wilt the grass they walk upon, 
     Bm
They leech the light out of the room,
               G                                                   
They’d like to drive us down the drain, 
       A         Bm
At the Magdalene Laundries.

D                                                                                                            
Peg O’Connell died today, she was a cheeky girl, 
                   Bm
A flirt, they just stuffed her in a hole!
D                                                    Bm                                                        
Surely to God you’d think at least some bells should ring!
G                                              Bm                                                                                                                
One day I’m going to die here too, and they’ll plant me in the dirt, 
          G                                     Bm
Like some lame bulb, That never blooms come any spring, 
        G                   Bm              G      Bm (Hold)
Not any spring, no, not any spring, not any spring.
 
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Well Done!!!!!
-aussief | 10/20/2017
New one for me. Good! Good! Good! KK.
-kraziekhat | 10/31/2017
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