EIGHTEENTH CLASS--RELICS. DCXI. The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, Cried "gobble, gobble, gobble:" The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, Went hobble, hobble, hobble. DCXII. Hink, minx! the old witch winks, The fat begins to fry: There's nobody at home but jumping Joan, Father, mother, and I. DCXIII. Baby and I Were baked in a pie, The gravy was wonderful hot: We had nothing to pay To the baker that day, And so we crept out of the pot. DCXIV. What are little boys made of, made of, What are little boys made of? Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails; And that's what little boys are made of, made of. What are little girls made of, made of, made of, What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all that's nice; And that's what little girls are made of, made of. DCXV. If a body meet a body, In a field of fitches; Can a body tell a body Where a body itches? DCXVI. Charley wag, Eat the pudding and left the bag. DCXVII. Girls and boys, come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all. You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half an hour. DCXVIII. Hannah Bantry in the pantry, Eating a mutton bone; How she gnawed it, how she clawed it, When she found she was alone! DCXIX. Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day; Little Arthur wants to play. DCXX. Little girl, little girl, where have you been? Gathering roses to give to the queen. Little girl, little girl, what gave she you? She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe. DCXXI. Hark, hark, The dogs do bark, Beggars are coming to town; Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gowns. DCXXII. We're all in the dumps, For diamonds are trumps; The kittens are gone to St. Paul's! The babies are bit, The moon's in a fit, And the houses are built without walls. DCXXIII. What's the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray? They say the balloon Is gone up to the moon. DCXXIV. Little Mary Ester, Sat upon a tester, Eating of curds and whey; There came a little spider, And sat him down beside her, And frightened Mary Ester away. DCXXV. Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang? At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang. DCXXVI. Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? I'll go with you, if I may. I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing, I'm going to help them make hay. DCXXVII. To market, to market, a gallop, a trot, To buy some meat to put in the pot; Threepence a quarter, a groat a side, If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died. DCXXVIII.