_A Scotch Marriage._
We don't use to wad in Scotland as you wad in England. Jockey comes to
the kirk and takes Sir Donkyn by the rocket, and says, "Good morn, Sir
Donkyn." "What's the matter, Jockey, what's the matter?" "A wadding, a
wadding," says he, "don't you see the hoppers and the skippers, and all
the lads of the gang?" "I'se don't, I'se come to you belyve." Then Sir
Donkyn gangs to the kirk, "I spee and I spee, wha a deil do you spee;
Jockey of the high lane, and Jenny of the long cliff; if any know why
these twa may not be wadded together, let them now speak or hold their
tongue in the deil's name. Jockey wilt thou ha'e Jenny to thy wadded
wife? I say, Jockey, say after me, Jockey wilt thou ha'e Jenny to thy
wadded wife, forsaking all loons, lubberloons, swing-bellied calves,
black lips, and blue noses? Ay, forsooth. If these twa be not as well
wadded as e'er I wadded twa these seven years, the deil and St. Andrew
part them."
The wedding being ended, all the company went to bed, where we will
leave them till the next morning, to relate poor Robin's perambulation
about the city.