Mary, Mary, So Contrary Can

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