"Good, by my troth!
Daughter broth,"
said Buttercup down the chimney, but no one heeded him.
So the old hag's husband, who was every bit as bad as she, took the spoon to have a taste.
"Good, by my troth!
Buttercup broth,"
said he.
"Good, by my troth!
Daughter broth,"
said Buttercup down the chimney pipe.