Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary Lyrics

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary Lyrics

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

With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

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

With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.