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 gold roses, and pink posies
And pretty maids all in a row

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With large daisies, for all the bees
And pretty maids all in a row