He said \"oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?\" \"come with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row\" My answer was laughter soft as I lowered my head *you're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead
\"oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?\" \"don't leave me, please don't be the seventh maid in a row\" My answer a whisper soft as he lowered his head *set them free, I'm sorry, this flower's already dead