Mary Mary Quite Contrary Live
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"Mary Mary, Quite Contrary" by Mother Goose
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 silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
