• Mary Mary quite contrary,
    How does your garden grow?
    With silver bells, and cockle shells,
    And pretty maids all in a row.

    Mary Mary
    He calls my name
    Mary Mary
    It's such a shame

    Mary Mary
    He wants me now
    Mary Mary
    I cannot allow

    Mary Mary
    Things seem so hard
    Mary Mary
    When your heart is marred

    Mary Mary
    I feel so alone
    Mary Mary
    For this I cannot atone

    Mary Mary
    He is gone
    Mary Mary
    Why have you withdrawn?

    Mary Mary
    I love you so
    Mary Mary
    Where did you go?

    Mary Mary
    I found you out
    Mary Mary
    Don't you pout

    Mary Mary
    I call your name
    Mary Mary
    No more playing games

    Mary Mary quite contrary,
    How does you grave site grow?
    With a large headstone, and only skin and bone,
    And dead roses all in a row.