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.