It
wasn’t until I guest blogged on Ellis’s blog,
http://unpredictablemuse.blogspot.com that
I learned another explanation. I wanted
to quote the poem corrrectly, so I googled it.
Oh My Google! The rhyme has been
seen as having religious and historical significance, but its origins and
meaning are disputed. According
to several sites, the nursery rhyme I thought so quaint and charming turns out
to be a condemnation of Mary Tudor’s, gruesome cruelty to Protestants. She was
the daughter of Henry VIII and was nicknamed Bloody Mary.The earliest record of the rhyme was in Tommy Thumb’s Pretty Song Book (1744). In this record the rhyme was:
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells,
And so my garden grows.
In
one accounting, How does your garden grow
refers to the growing number of bodies planted in graveyards because of Mary’s executioners.
With silver
bells
evoked a vision of delicate tiny bells sounding delightfully dainty chimes.
Mary’s sliver bells, used on a man’s
genitals, produced screams of horror and pain.
Though
I had no idea what cockle shells
looked like, I never imagined them to refer to thumbscrews that smashed and
shattered Protestant’s fingers.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
Another theory sees
the rhyme as connected to Mary, Queen of Scots, "how does your garden
grow" referring to her reign over her realm, "silver bells"
referring to (Catholic) cathedral bells, "cockle shells" insinuating
that her husband was not faithful to her, and "pretty maids all in a
row" referring to her ladies-in-waiting - "The four Maries".
Since no proof has
been found that the rhyme was known before the eighteenth century, it begs the
question of the implications since Mary I of England and Mary, Queen of Scots,
were contemporaries in the sixteenth century.
That
rhyme always put me in mind of a pretty girl tending her garden, using a pastel
colored watering can to gently sprinkle her tiny treasures. Or maybe the Home
Depot version of mulch and compost and Weed B Gone, but I never envisioned a
sociopath wearing a crown. It’s fascinating to discover that what we consider a children’s rhyme might have had roots in politics and religion. I’ll never look at my garden sign, “How Does Your Garden Grow” in quite the same way.