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CCXLI.

[Ady, in his 'Candle in the Dark,' 4to, Lond. 1656, p. 59, says that this was a charm to make butter come from the churn. It was to be said thrice.]

Come, butter, come, Come, butter, come! Peter stands at the gate, Waiting for a butter'd cake; Come, butter, come!