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. 1788 |
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