Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells,
And so my garden grows.
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells,
And so my garden grows.
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch and one to pray
And two to bear my soul away.
Miss Molly had a dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick
So she called for the doctor
To come quick, quick, quick
The doctor came
With his bag and his hat
And he knocked on the door
With a rat-a-tat-tat.
He looked at the dolly
And he shook his head,
And he said ‘Miss Molly,
Put her straight to bed.’
He wrote on the paper
For a pill, pill, pill
‘I’ll be back in the morning
For the bill, bill, bill.’
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good in every way.
Mr. Bunny, Mr. Bunny,
Won't you stop, stop, stop?
"No,"said Mr. Bunny,
I must hop, hop, hop.
Easter is coming, and there is lots to do.
Eggs must be coloured green, pink, and blue.
I'll tie each basked with a pretty bow.
Children are waiting so I must go!"