"Kásáve romñi ná jidel, Ke kásávo maro the del; Sar m're gule lele pekel Káná Sváto Gordye ável. "Furmuntel bute luludya Furmuntel yoy bute charma Andre petrel but kámábe Ko chal robo avla bake." "No one bakes such bread as my wife, such as she baked me on St. George's Day. Many flowers and dew were kneaded into the cake with love. Whoever eats of it will be her slave." In England I was told by an old gypsy woman named Lizzie Buckland, that in the old time gypsy girls made a peculiar kind of cake, a Romany morriclo, which they baked especially for their lovers, and used to throw to them over the hedge by night. To make it more acceptable, and probably to facilitate the action of the charm, they would put money into the cake. It was observed of old among the Romans that fascinatio began with flattery, compliments, and presents! On the night of Saint John the witch climbs to the top of the hurdle fence which surrounds the cow-yard, and sings the following spell:-- "K meni sir, K meni maslo, K meni puter, K meni mleko Avam pak kravsku kozu!" "To me the cheese, To me the tallow (or meat), To me the butter, To me the milk, To you only the cowhide." Or, as it may be expressed in rhyme:-- "The cheese, meat, butter, and milk for me, But only the cowhide left for thee." Then the cow will die, the carcass be buried, and the skin sold. To prevent all this the owner goes early on St. John's Day to the meadow and gathers the morning dew in a cloak. This he carries home, and after binding the cow to a beam washes her with it. She is then milked, and it is believed that if all has gone right she will yield four bucketsful.