My Hoggie
My Hoggie | |
Robert Burns, 1788
| 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 watched the fauld, Me and my faithfu doggie; We heard nocht but the roaring linn, Amang the braes sae scroggie. | 2. But the houlet cry'd frae 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! |