In prose: “When Christ was upon the middle earth the Jews pricked him, his blood sprung up into heaven, his flesh never rotted nor ‘fustered,’ no more I hope will not thine. In the name,” etc.—From Mr. T. Q. Couch, who gives two others very similar.
For Tetters.
“Tetter, tetter, thou hast nine sisters,
God bless thee, flesh, and preserve thee, bone;
Perish thou, tetter, and be thou gone:
In the name,” etc.
“Tetter, tetter, thou hast eight sisters,” etc.
This charm is thus continued until it comes to the last, which is,—
“Tetter, tetter, thou hast no sister,” etc.—Bottrell.