Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silverbells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row, row, row
And pretty maids all in a row

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silverbells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row, row, row
And pretty maids all in a row



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Jason Relf
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