| Mary, oh Mary, so quite contrary
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| How does your garden grow?
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| These silver bells and cockle shells
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| And pretty men all in a row
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| Went to see contrary Mary
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| Told her I refuse to tarry
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| We spoke very soft and slow
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| Without your pretty men, Mary, standin' in a row
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| Mary, Mary — Mary, Mary
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| Smoked a haiku cigarette
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| Turned around and then we left
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| Smiling as the way began to grow
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| We got your pretty men all in a row
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| Mary, Mary, so quite contrary
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| How does your garden grow?
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| These silver bells and cockle shells
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| And pretty men all in a row
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| Mary, Mary — Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary — Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary — Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary — Mary, Mary
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| Went to see contrary Mary
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| Told her I refuse to tarry
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| We spoke very soft and slow
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| We got your pretty men standin' in a row
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary
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| Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary |