Mary, Mary, So Contrary

Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary How does your garden grow? These silver bells and cockle shells And pretty men all in a row Went to see contrary Mary Told her I refuse to tarry We spoke very soft and slow Without your pretty men, Mary, standin' in a row Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Smoked a haiku cigarette Turned around and then we left Smiling as the way began to grow We got your pretty men all in a row Mary, Mary, so quite contrary How does your garden grow? These silver bells and cockle shells And pretty men all in a row Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Mary, Mary - Mary, Mary Went to see contrary Mary Told her I refuse to tarry We spoke very soft and slow We got your pretty men standin' in a row Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary