Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
That would not say his prayers,
So I took him by the left leg
And threw him down stairs.
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?”
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
That would not say his prayers,
So I took him by the left leg
And threw him down stairs.
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?”