Poem by Robert Burns

My Hoggie

WHAT will I do gin my Hoggie die?
  My joy, my pride, my Hoggie!
My only beast, I had na mae,
  And vow but I was vogie!

The lee-lang night we watch’d the fauld,
  Me and my faithfu’ doggie;
We heard nought but the roaring linn,
  Amang the braes sae scroggie;

But the howlet cried frae the castle wa’,
  The blitter frae the boggie,
The tod replied upon the hill,
  I trembled for my Hoggie.

When day did daw, and cocks did craw,
  The morning it was foggie;
An’ unco tyke lap o’er the dyke,
  And maist has kill’d my Hoggie.

1. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
2. The Highland Lassie
3. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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