Charm Against the Night Goblin

(Take a stone that has a hole through of its own growing,
& hang it over the stable door, or else over the horse,
and on it write this charm:)
Saint George, Our Lady's knight,
He walked day, he walked night,
Till he found that foul wight,
& when he her found,
He her beat and he her bound,
Till truly she swore in her plight
That she would come not by night,
Within seven rods of the land's space
Where Saint George called on was.

          Saint George. Saint George. Saint George.

In the name of the Father and Son.

(& write this in a note & hang it in the horse's mane.)

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