Comin' a terrible storm

Shakin' the souls of the dead

Quakin' the floor underfoot

Shakin' the roof overhead

Not since I was a child

Have I feared



Mistress Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow

Not so well, she said, see the lily's dead

Dig it up, and out you go



Mistress Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow

Oh it's dry, she wailed

See the iris failed

Dig it up, and out you go



It's a maze this garden

It's a maze of ways

Mistress Mary

Quite contrary

How does your garden

Grow



Something wrong inside it

It's a maze this garden

It's a maze of ways



Had an early frost

High on a hill

Now it's gone it's lost

Dig it up and out

You go



Something

Wrong inside it



It's a maze this garden

It's a maze of ways

Meant to lead a soul astray

It's a maze this garden

It's a maze of ways

It's a maze this garden

It's a maze of ways

Meant to lead a soul astray



Mistress Mary, quite contrary

How does you garden grow

Had an early frost

Now its gone it's lost

Dig it up, and out you go(Mary!)

You're out, you go(Mary!)

Out, you go



There it is! There's the door

There's the door to the garden