.Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
These silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty men all in our room,
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.
M.
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