MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY NURSERY RHYME


Mary, Mary quite contrary Lyrics


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


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

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