From paying of lawyers' fees, From mouldy bread and musty cheese, From trotting jades and scorning shes, _Libera nos._ From fetters, chains, bolts, and gyves, From pointless needles and broken knives, From thievish servants and drunken wives, _Libera nos._ From tailors' bodkins and butchers' pricks, From tenpenny nails and headless spikes, And from attorneys' knavish tricks, _Libera nos._ From being taken in disguise, From believing of a poet's lies, And from the devil and the excise, _Libera nos._ From brown bread and small beer, From being taken stealing deer, From all that hath been named here, _Quesemus te._ The litany being ended the tapster comes for his reckoning, but poor Robin made answer that he should do as the rest had done, either tell a tale or sing a song. Says he, "Sing I cannot, but I will tell you how they marry in Scotland, as a Scotch priest told me that lay here, and got me to engage for him to my master for twenty shillings, and he running away, I was forced to pay his score for him." 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. CHAPTER XVI. _Poor Robin's perambulation about the City._