Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
These silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty men all in our room
When you see contrary Mary
Told her eye, refuse to terry
We spoke very soft and slow
Without your pretty men, Mary
Standing in a row
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary

Smoke a high cool cigarette
Turn 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 our room
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
When you see contrary Mary
Told her eye, refuse to terry
We spoke very soft and slow
We got your pretty men standing 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