"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
Pretty maids, pretty maids
Pretty maids, pretty maids
Pretty maids all in a row
With silver bells
And cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row
Quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells
And cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row
Pretty maids, pretty maids
Pretty maids, pretty maids
Pretty maids all in a row
With silver bells
And cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row
