Chapter XV 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.