Mary Mary Quite Contrary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? 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. Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? 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.