t net of cabbage,
The best meal I have had to-day,
Is a good bowl of porridge.

DCVIII.

I lost my mare in Lincoln lane,
And couldn't tell where to find her,
Till she came home both lame and blind,
With never a tail behind her.

DCIX.

Cripple Dick upon a stick,
And Sandy on a sow,
Riding away to Galloway,
To buy a pound o' woo.

DCX.

Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.

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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