Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With cold glasses and pink roses
And pretty maids all in a row

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With five daisies pour out their bees
And pretty maids all in a row



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Writer(s): Dp, Aaron Anthony Marsden
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