WHAT will I do gin my Hoggie die?
  My joy, my pride, my Hoggie!
My only beast, I had nae mae,
  And vow but I was vogie!
The lee-lang night we watch’d the fauld,
  Me and my faithfu’ doggie;
We heard nocht but the roaring linn,
  Amang the braes sae scroggie.
 

But the houlet cry’d frau the castle wa’,
  The blitter frae the boggie;
The tod reply’d 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!

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Poet: Robert Burns
Poem: 211. 211. Song—My Hoggie
Volume: Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Year: Published/Written in 1788
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Feb 19 2004
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